September Song

When I was a young man, caught in the girls

I played me a waiting game

If a maid refused me with tossin curls

I let the old earth take a couple of whirls

While I apply her with tears in lieu of pearls

And as time came around, she came my way,

And as time came around, she came

Oh its a long, long while, from May to December

But the days grow short, when you reach September

When the autum 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

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