Текст песни September Song - 1999 Digital Remaster - Frank Sinatra

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 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