歌詞

Oh, it's a long, long time, from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got time for the waitin' game All the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November And these few golden days, I'll spend with you These golden days, I'll spend with you
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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