文本歌词

September Song - The Joe Mooney Quartet
For it's a long long time from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven'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 go little precious days I'll spend with you
September November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These go little precious days I'll spend with you