Letra de September Song - Tony Bennett

When I was a young man
Courting 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
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls

And as time came around
She came my 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
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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

And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew
September, November
And these few vintage years I'll spend with you
These precious years I'll spend with you