September song 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 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 But, 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 And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew September, November And these few vintage years I'll spend with you These precious years I'll spend with you Скачано с сайта www.Muza.vip