shite Yorisoi mo shinai Repeat ** -------------------------------------- Trying to find a way in the crowd We walk in silence In this town in september
Well, 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 gray And
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
short when you reach September The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got the time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few September
reach September When the autumn weather Turns leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down To a precious few September
in song and rhyme They woo you with words and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs they sing
treat you kind as kind as I never was as comforting as I never could be I saw 2 fake long stemmed roses on the windshield of a car September come please
court you in song and rhyme They woo you with songs and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs
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 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
you reach september When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And you ain't got time for waiting game When days dwindle down to a precious few September
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
Well, 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 gray
September, field like any other where one short story came to its end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait
you reach September. The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got the time for the waiting game. Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few; September
few These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you September song, September song September song, September song
번역: 에디 아놀드. 9 월 송.
