September Song Lyrics
September Song - Walter Huston
Written by：M. Anderson/Kurt Weill
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth
Take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears
In place of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
Oh it's a long long while
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
And days tend go as see glow of you
September November
And these few golden days
I'd share with you
Those golden days I share with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September November
And these few vantage years
I'd share with you
Those vantage years I share with you