Dean Martin - September Song | Текст песни

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• Dean Martin
• September Song

A matter of growing old, when we're young it's May

Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May

Then middle age is like the turning of the year

It's September, and finally December comes

It's a long, long while from May to December

For the days grow short when you reach September

When autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

One hasn't got the 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

September, November with you

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