September Song - Ella Fitzgerald When he was a young man A courtin' the girls He played in the waiting game If a maid refused him With tossing curls He let the old earth Take a couple of twirls For as time wait a long She came his way As time wait a long she came But it's a long long Why 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 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 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编辑于2021/04/28更新