September Song - Jerry Butler

作词：Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill

作曲：Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill

When I was a young man courting the girls

I played me a waiting game

I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls

And as time came around she came

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 to play

Your little windy day

Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few

September November

And these few precious days I'll spend with you

And these few golden days

I'll spend with you

Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few

September November

And these few golden days I'll spend with you

And these few golden days

I'll spend with you