September
Mr. T-Bone and his Jamaican Liberation Orchestra 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 "September" by Mr. T-Bone and his Jamaican Liberation Orchestra speaks of the passage of time and how it can feel both too long and too short at the same time. The song's opening lines, "Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September," convey this sentiment perfectly. The singer implies that the months between May and December can feel interminable, but as September arrives, time seems to speed up, and the waiting game begins.


The second verse, "Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, September, November, and these few precious days I'll spend with you," continues with this theme, drawing attention to the fact that time is limited and fleeting. The mention of September and November seems to suggest that these months represent the final stretch of the year, with December just around the corner. In these last few days, the singer wants to make the most of their time, cherishing each moment spent with the person they love.


Overall, the lyrics of "September" convey a bittersweet sentiment about time, an emotion that everyone can relate to. The passage of time can be both a curse and a blessing, and the song beautifully captures the tension between these two opposing ideas.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
The time from May to December seems to be very long.


But the days grow short when you reach September
As we reach September, we realize that the days are getting shorter.


When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
The autumn weather changes the color of leaves to red and orange, resembling a flame.


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
As the days pass by, we realize that only a few are left.


September, November
The months of September and November are crucial in the realization of how we spend our time.


And these few precious days I'll spend with you
We should cherish these few days and spend them with the ones we love.




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

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