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'd let the old earth take a couple of twirls

And i'd ply her with tears instead of pearls

And as time came around, she came my way

As time came around, 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 the time for the waiting game.



Oh, the days dwindle down to 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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