Текст песни April in Paris - Remastered - Sarah Vaughan

When you meet with the young men in early spring
They caught you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
Oh, its 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.