September Song - Frank Sinatra

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

If a maid refused me with tossing curls

I'd let the old earth

take a couple of whirls

While I plied her with tears

in lieu of pearls

And as time came around

she came my way

As time came around she came

When you meet

with the young girls early in the spring

You court them in song and rhyme

They answer with words

and a clover ring

But if you could examine

the goods they bring

They have little to offer

but the songs they sing

And the plentiful waste of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

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 a precious few

September November

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you