文本歌词

September Song - Tony Martin
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
Why I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
As time with around
She came my way
As time with around
She came
But it's a long long while
From may to december
But the days grow short
When you reach september
And 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
November
December
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you