When I was a young man Courting the girls I played me the waiting game If a girl refused me With tossing curls I’d let the old Earth Take a couple of whirls
While I’d ply her with tears In new of pearls And as time came around She came my way And as time came around She came
Oh, 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 precious few September November And these few precious days I’ll spend with you These precious days I’ll spend with you