When I was a young man courting the girls
I played the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears and a ? of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came...
Its a long, long while, from May to December
But the days grow short, when you reach September
When the autumn, autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
what hasn't got the time for the waiting game?...
The days disappear, they disappear from you
September...
November...
These few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days, I'll spend with you
For the days disappear, they disappear down to a precious you
September...
November...
These few precious days, I'll spend there with you
These precious days, I want to spend them with you
These precious days, I want to spend them with you
September song, september song...
September song, september song...
September song, september song
September song, september song
Precious days, precious days, september song
I'll spend them with you, precious days, september song...