September Song - Alternate Take

September Song, take four

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refuse me with tossing curls
I wooed her and wooed her with golden pearls
And as time went by, she came my way
And as time went by, she came

For it's a long, long time
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather turn the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

And 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 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



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Morton Gould
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