September Song

When I was a young man courting the girls

I played me a waiting game

If a maid refused me with tossing curls

I let the old earth take a couple of whirls

And as time came around, she came my way

As time came around, she came

Oh, it's a long, long time

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

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

September

November

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you