September Song
Clifford Brown Lyrics


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Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you





Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "September Song" by Clifford Brown and Max Roach touch on the passing of time, the end of summer, and the importance of making the most of the time that we have. The first verse sets the tone by acknowledging the long stretch of time from May to December, but how time seems to speed up as we approach the end of summer in September. The imagery of leaves turning to flame represents the fleeting beauty of nature and how quickly time passes. The phrase "waiting game" suggests that the singer may be urging someone not to waste time waiting for something to happen, but to seize the moment and enjoy life in the present.


The second verse takes on a more personal tone as the singer speaks to a lover, acknowledging that the days are growing shorter and time is precious. September and November are mentioned as specific months, but they represent any time when we are faced with the reality of limited time. The final phrase, "These precious days I'll spend with you," emphasizes the importance of relationships and cherishing the time we have with loved ones.


Overall, "September Song" is a poignant reminder of the passage of time and the importance of making the most of every moment. The lyrics encourage us to appreciate the beauty of nature, not to wait for things to happen, and to prioritize relationships and love.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
Time seems elongated from the youthful months of spring to the winter season of closing.


But the days grow short when you reach September
The dwindling nature of time becomes evident upon the arrival of the autumn month of September.


When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
The heat of fall is felt when the leaves begin to transform into fiery hues.


One hasn't got time for the waiting game
There's little time to spare for the inactive pastime of waiting.


Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
The remaining days grow even more scarce and valuable.


September, November
Naming the two autumn months emphasizes the fleeting timeframe.


And these few precious days I'll spend with you
The time that is remaining will be savored together in precious company.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

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Comments from YouTube:

Cy Green - SONGWRITER

I wrote a tune about this man. He's still my favorite trumpeter.

AbsoluteGinger

Beautiful solo!

Людмила Саник

Sara Vaughan!

Paolo Angioni

Sarah capolavoro. Clifford Brown altro capolavoro. Confrontare il suo a solo con quello di Winton Marsalis, copiato, circa venti anni dopo, nota per nota, con la stessa Sarah. Ma che differenza! Un artista e un copista.

James Roberts

2:39 .... Clifford's BA solo

Brad Pitt

C. forever

Ford Fairlane

Julian Casablancas brought me here.

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