September Song Lyrics

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