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.
For it's a long, long time. From May to December. And the days grow short. When you reach September. . And the Autumn weather. Turns the leaves to flame.
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 take a couple of twirls.