Текст песни September Song, Frank Sinatra
Writer(s): Anderson/Weill
Oh, it s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When 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
September, November
And these few precious days I ll spend with you
These precious days I ll spend with you
Oh, it s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When 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
September, November
And these few precious days I ll spend with you
These precious days I ll spend with you