Текст песни September Song

(Maxwell Anderson - Kurt Weill)

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 SeptemberRoy Clark - September Song - http://ru.motolyrics.com/roy-clark/september-song-lyrics.html
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
September and November
But these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you...