歌词
September Song
- Matt Monro
But it's a long long while
from May to December;
And the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the Autumn weather,
Turns the leaves to flame;
And I haven't got time
for the waiting game.
For the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
September! November!
And these few precious days,
I'd spend with you;
These golden days
I'd spend with you!
For the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
September! November!
And these few precious days,
I'll spend with you;
These golden days
I spend with you