The Impressions - September Song lyrics

For - it's - a long long while, from May to December But the days grow short when we reach September When we reach September And the au-tumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game But the days dwindle down To a precious few September November And these few precious days I'll spend with you And these few precious days I'll spend, with (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher) (hiya hiya doin') With, with.. you, you, you