September Song — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Writer(s): anderson/weill





Oh, its 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 hasnt got time for the waiting game



Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September, november

And these few precious days Ill spend with you

These precious days Ill spend with you