[00:00.00] 作词 : Anderson, Weill
[00:00.388]When he was a young man courting the girls
[00:15.708]He played a waiting game
[00:19.476]If a maid refused him with tossing curls
[00:23.620]He'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
[00:29.808]For as time went along she came his way
[00:35.995]As time went along, she came
[00:43.548]But it's a long long while from May to December
[00:58.467]And the days grow short when you reach September
[01:13.035]The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
[01:27.340]And I haven't got time for the waiting game
[01:41.339]Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
[01:56.435]September, November
[02:08.178]And these few precious days I'll spend with you
[02:23.482]These precious days I'll spend with you
[02:39.114]Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
[02:49.258]September, November
[03:00.282]And these few precious days I'll spend with you
[03:14.394]These precious days I'll spend with you