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
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
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'll spend with you
These golden days I'll spend with you

When you meet with with young man early in the Spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examined 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

But it's a long, long while from May to December
But a clover ring last till you reach September
I am not quite equipped for the waiting game
But I have a little money
And I have a little faith

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
And these precious days I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you

End