Accords et paroles September Song Dean Martin

September Song

Dean Martin

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When I was a young man acourtin' the girls I played me a waitin'  game                 
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls       
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls and as time came around she came my way               
As time came around she came
But it's a long long time    from May to December       
And 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
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.               
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
They'll court you with wine and with song
They'll woo you with  words  and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods that they bring
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
And a plentiful  waste of time of day. A plentiful  waste of time        
But it's a long long time    from May to December       
And 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                      
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls I played me a waitin'  game                 
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls       
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls and as time came around she came my way               
As time came around she came

September Song

Dean Martin

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