「SEPTEMBER SONG」の歌詞 Frank Sinatra

1965/4/13 リリース
作詞
ANDERSON MAXWELL
作曲
WEILL KURT
文字サイズ
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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
And this time came around
as she came my way
As time came around she came

Oh it's a long long time 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

September
November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you