Текст песне : Frank Sinatra. September of My Years. September Song.

When I was a young man caught in 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
And this time came around that she came my way
As time came around, she came

Oh, it's a long, long time 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

September, November
These few precious days, I'll spend with you
These precious days, I'll spend with you