September Song

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 my way

As time went along, she came

But it's a long long while from May to December

And the days grow short when you reach September

The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

And I haven't got time for waiting the game

Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days, I'd spend with you

These precious days I'd spend with you

Oh, 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