September Song

When I was a young man caught in 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 this time came around that 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

SeptemberWhen 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,

NovemberAnd these few precious days,

I'll spend with you

These precious days,

I'll spend with you

September,

NovemberThese few precious days,

I'll spend with you

These precious days,

I'll spend with you