Текст песни These Foolish Things - Frank Sinatra , Axel Stordahl and His Orchestra

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
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you