When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came...
(When you meet with the young girls early in the spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time)
Oh, it's a long, long while, from May to December
But the days grow short, when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
Oh, baby, I haven't got the time, for any waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down, to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days, I´d like to spend them with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend them with you
These precious golden days, I´d like to spend them with you
September song, September song...
Se la dedico, con mucho cariño y mucho mimo, a mi chico, que está en la mina...
Escúchala (la original) en http://www.joanncastle.com/tracks/s.html. En cuanto a la versión de Lou Reed, ¡cómprate el disco! ¡No lo lamentarás ni en cien años! ¡Besos, y buen día tengan ustedes!
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