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