longwhile

When you meet with the young menEarly in springThey court you in song and rhymeThey woo you with songs and a clover ringBut if you examine the goods they bringThey have little to offer but the songs they singAnd a plentiful waste of time of dayA plentiful . . . 阅读详情

Oh, it's a long, long whileFrom May 'till DecemberAnd the days grow shortWhen you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weatherTurns the leaves to flameOne that hasn't got timeFor the waiting gameFor the days dwindle downTo a precious fewSeptember, November,And . . . 阅读详情