When he was a young man courting the girls
He played him a waiting game
If a maid refused him with tossing curls
He'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
While he plied her with tears in place of pearls
And as time came around, she came his way,
As time came around, she came
For it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September.
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And you haven'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 golden days, I'll spend with you
And these few golden days, I'll spend with you
These golden days, I'll spend with you