["Pomp and Circumstance"]
Oh, it's a long, long while
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the autumn weather
Turn the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game
Oh, the days muddle 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
["Pomp and Circumstance"]
["Pomp and Circumstance"]
Oh, the days muddle 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
These precious days
I'll spend with you
