Текст песни September Song - Andy Williams
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
take
a
couple
of
twirls
And
I'd
ply
her
with
tears
instead
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
One
hasn't
got
time
for
the
waiting
game
Oh,
the
days
dwindle
down
to
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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