Song | September Song |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | Point of No Return |
Written:Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill Arranger:Gordon Jenkins | |
When I was a young man courting the girls | |
I played me a waiting game | |
If a maid refused me with tossing curls | |
I'd let the old Earth make 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 | |
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring | |
You court them in song and rhyme | |
They answer with words and a clover ring | |
But if you could examine the goods they bring | |
They have little to offer but the songs they sing | |
And the plentiful waste of time of day | |
A plentiful waste of time | |
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 |
Written: Maxwell Anderson Kurt Weill Arranger: Gordon Jenkins | |
When I was a young man courting the girls | |
I played me a waiting game | |
If a maid refused me with tossing curls | |
I' d let the old Earth make 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 | |
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring | |
You court them in song and rhyme | |
They answer with words and a clover ring | |
But if you could examine the goods they bring | |
They have little to offer but the songs they sing | |
And the plentiful waste of time of day | |
A plentiful waste of time | |
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 |