Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra - September song lyrics

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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
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Author: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson, Weill-Anderson, Silvers - Van Heusen

Composer: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

Publisher: Sony BMG Music Entertainment

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

Appearing on: The Reprise Collection (1990) , Romance (2002)

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