September Song lyrics

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