September Song

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