September Song

When I was a young man, courting the
Girls, I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old earth take a couple of whirls
For as time went along, she came my way
As time went along, she came
But it's a long, long while from May till December
And the days grow short when you reach September
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
For the days dwindle down to a precious few, September, November
And these few golden days, I'll spend with you
These precious days, I'll spend with you