Testo di September Song

When I was a young man courtin' the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossin' curls I let this old world take a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears instead of pearls And as time came along she came my way as time came along she came But it's a long long time from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And one hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September and November But these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few...