September Song Lyrics
September Song - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I let the old earth take a couple of whirls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
Oh it's a long
Long time 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
September November
These few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you