文本歌词

September Song - Walter Huston
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
And 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