Four Freshmen (The)
September Song
When I was a young man courting the girlsI played me a waiting gameIf a maid refused me with tossing curlsI'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirlsWhile I plied her with tears in lieu of pearlsAnd as time came around she came my wayAs time came around, she cameOh, it's a long long while from May to DecemberBut the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameAnd you ain't got time for waiting gameWhen days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember November,And these few golden days I'd share with youThose golden days I share with youWhen you meet with the young girls early in the SpringYou court them in song and rhymeThey answer with words and a clover ringBut if you could examine the goods they bringThey have little to offer but the songs they singAnd the plentiful waste of time of dayA plentiful waste of timeLetras de cancionesOh, it's a long, long while from May to DecemberBut the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameOne hasn't got time for the waiting gameOh, the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious days I'll spend with youThese precious days I'll spend with you
From Letras Mania