September Song

When you meet with the young boys in early spring They court you in song and rhyme And they give you a poem and a clover ring But if you could examine the goods that they bring They have little to offer, but the songs they sing And a plentiful waste of time of day A plentiful waste of time Oh, it's a long, long while, from May to December Oh, the days grow short when you reach September And when the autumn chill sets the leaves to flame Then you haven't got time to play the waiting game When I was a young girl courting the boys I played the waiting game And if he refused me with tossing curls I'd let the old earth take a couple of whirls As he plied me with tears in lieu of pearls And as time came around, he came my way As time came around, love came But it's a long, long time, from May to December And the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn wind sets the leaves to flame Then you haven't got time to play 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