Текст песни September Song - Victor Garber

You are young, my sweet. You have the world and a lifetime
Before you. But the hair is greying at my temples. Slightly
But greying. And the days begin to slip rapidly through my
Fingers. For my sake, try to overcome your girlish modesty
And let me lead you to the altar while the fire burns brightly

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I let the old earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in place of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came
But it's a long, long while
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And I have lost one tooth
And I walk a little lame
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game
For the days turn to gold as they grow few
September, November
And these few golden days I'd spend with you
These golden days I'd spend with you
When you meet with the young men early in spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
And it's a long, long while
From May to December
Will a clover ring last
Till you reach September?
I'm not quite equipped
For the waiting game
But I have a little money
And I have a little fame
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you