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 let the old Earth take a couple of whirls

While I plied her with tears in lieu 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

But 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 precious days I'll spend with you

And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew

September, November

And these few vintage years I'll spend with you

These precious years I'll spend with you