September Song
Fausto Papetti 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 song September Song by Fausto Papetti is about the passing of time, and the realization that life is fleeting. Through the use of imagery, the lyrics convey the message that regardless of the season, time seems to slip away from us quickly. The first line, "Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December," sets the tone for the song, illustrating the length of time that we have to wait before we can achieve certain goals.


However, the following line "But the days grow short when you reach September" is a stark juxtaposition to the idea of waiting. September is the time when people begin to reflect on the past, and the leaves starting to fall symbolize the passage of time. The lyric "When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame" represents the changing of the leaves, which signifies a time to take action, as there is little time left to contemplate.


The refrain “These precious days I’ll spend with you” emphasizes the importance of the present. The lyrics indicate that we should cherish the special moments spent with our loved ones because time passes quickly, and these special moments quickly become memories. The song is a reminder to live in the moment, and not to waste time with waiting games, as life is short, and we need to enjoy every precious moment with our loved ones.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
The time period between May and December seems like a long time.


But the days grow short when you reach September
As September approaches, the days start to feel shorter.


When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
In autumn, the weather gets cooler and the leaves on trees change color to a fiery shade.


One hasn't got time for the waiting game
There is no time to waste on waiting for something to happen.


Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
The number of days left in the year are becoming very few.


September, November
These months comprise the final stretch of the year.


And these few precious days I'll spend with you
I want to spend these precious remaining days with you.




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

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luciano giannoni

Fausto paletti è un mito mi fa tornare indietro nel tempo...tanti ricordi meravigliosi dentro la macchina Sterio acceso e dentro le sue cassette

Miguel Fernandez yalico

Excelente. Gracias.la busco desde mis 10 años

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