From May to December

Månadens dikt, altså maidiktet, handlar om mai og desember. Lat gå, kanskje aller mest om september. Det heiter då òg September song. Melodien vart skriven av Kurt Weill på trettitalet og er (såleis, nesten) ein av verdas finaste jazzstandardar.

Frank Sinatra eller Ella Fitzgerald denne gongen? Trur eg held ein knapp på sistnemnde. Og det er refrenget som verkeleg er noko.

When he was a young man courting the girls
He played a waiting game
If a maid refused him with tossing curls
He’d let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
For as time went along she came his way
As time went along, she came

Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven’t got time for the waiting game

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you
These precious days, I’ll spend with you

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you
These precious days, I’ll spend with you

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