paroles de chanson September Song - Eydie Gormé
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
make
a
couple
of
whirls
While
I
plied
her
with
tears
in
lieu
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
But
the
days
grow
short
when
you
reach
September
When
the
autumn
weather
turns
the
leaves
to
flame
And
you
ain't
got
time
for
waiting
game
When
days
dwindle
down
to
a
precious
few
September
November,
And
these
few
golden
days
I'd
share
with
you
Those
golden
days
I
share
with
you
When
you
meet
with
the
young
girls
early
in
the
Spring
You
court
them
in
song
and
rhyme
They
answer
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
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
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