文本歌词

September Song - Gracie Fields
Oh it's a long long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I hasn't got time for the waiting game
For the days windle down to a precious few
September November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These golden days
I'll spend with you
When you meet with the young man early in the Spring
He 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 the days windle down to a precious few
September November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These golden days
I'll spend with you