歌词
When I was a young man caught in 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 that 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
SeptemberWhen 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,
NovemberAnd these few precious days,
I'll spend with you
These precious days,
I'll spend with you
September,
NovemberThese few precious days,
I'll spend with you
These precious days,
I'll spend with you