Lyrics September Song - Mel Tormé

Ah, a song that has been done many times
We'd like to, take a crack at it for our album
The great immortal song, made immortal by Walters Houston

When you are a young man courting a girl
You're playing a waiting game
When a maid refuses with tossing curls
You let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
And you ply her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time goes along she'll come your way
And you're through with the waiting game

But, 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
One hasn'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

Thank you, thank you very much