September Song

When I was a young man
Courting the girl
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 its a long, long while
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
I haven't got time
For the waiting game

And the days turn to gold
As they grow few

September
November

And these few golden days
I'd share with you
These golden days
I'd share with you

September
November

And these few vintage years
I'd share with you
These vintage years
I'd share with you



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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