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 For as time went along she came my way As time went along, 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 time for waiting the game Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November And these few precious days, I'd spend with you These precious days I'd 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