文本歌词

September Song - Maurice Chevalier
Written by：Weill Anderson
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 place 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
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
I haven't got a time
For the waiting game
And the days turn to gold
As sunglow few
September
November
And these few golden days
I shall with you
These golden days
I shall
With you
September
November
And these few winter's year
I shall with you
These winter's year
I shall
With you