When he was a young man courting the girls He played a waiting game If a maid refused him with tossing curls He'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls As time came around, she came his way As time came around, she came
But, it's a long, long while from May to December But 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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
