September Song

When he was a young man courting the girls

He played a waiting game

If a maid refused him with tossing curls

He'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls

And as time came around she’d come his way

As time came around, she came

Oh, it's a long, long while 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

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