September Song 歌词
September Song - Gracie Fields
When you meet with the young man
Early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They wu you with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer
But the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
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 havn'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 golden days
I'll spend with you