Roy Clark

Roy Clark - September Song songtekst

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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 let this old world take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came along she came my way
As time came along she came

But it's a long, long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And one hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September and November
But 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 and November
But these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

Componist: ?

Publisher: Bulldog Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1969

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Greatest Hits, Volume Two (1997)

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