Nhạc sĩ: Maxwell Anderson, Kurt Weill
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Oh, it's a long, long whileFrom May, May to DecemberBut the days grow shortWhen you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weatherTurns the leaves to flameOne hasn't got timeFor the wedding gameOh, it's a long, long whileOh, the days dwindle downTo the precious fieldSeptemberNovemberAnd these are few prayersThese precious daysI'll spend with youThese precious daysI'll spend here with youOh, the days dwindle downTo the precious fieldSeptemberNovemberAnd these are few precious daysI'll spend with youhere with youHis preciousnamefallsawaywith you*