ΔΥΟ ΥΠΕΡΟΧΑ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙΑ ΓΙΑ ΤΟΝ ΣΕΠΤΕΜΒΡΗ

Oh, it's a long, long while from May till December
And the days grow short. when you reach November
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

For 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 early in Spring
They 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 they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day
And a plentiful waste of time

Butt it's a long, long while from May till December

When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

All 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