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Текст песни Dave Brubeck — September Song
"September Song" is an American jazz-pop standard composed by Kurt Weill, with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson, introduced by Walter Huston in the 1938 Broadway musical Knickerbocker Holiday. It has since been recorded by numerous singers and instrumentalists. It was also used in the 1950 film September Affair, and for the credits in the television series May to December (a quote from the opening line of the song).
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Из Википедии
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Walter Huston (Broadway Production) - 1938
Charles Coburn (feat. in the film "Knickerbocker Holiday") - 1944
Frank Sinatra - 1946 (Re-recorded 1961 & 1965)
The Dardanelle Trio - 1946
Bing Crosby - 1946
Stan Kenton & His Orch. - 1951
Liberace (Instr.) - 1952
Maurice Chevalier (feat. in the film "Pepe") - 1960
Jimmy Durante - 1963
Roy Clark - 1969
Willie Nelson - 1979
Lou Reed - 1985
Jeff Lynne - 1990
....... and many, many others.
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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
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
And you ain't got time for waiting game
When days dwindle down to a precious few
September November,
And these few golden days I'd share with you
Those golden days I share with you
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
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a pr