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