Key: F
Introduction:
Fº C Am
When I was a young man a-courtin' the girls,
Fº C
I played me a waitin' game
Fº C Am
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls,
F G C Am
I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls,
F Fº C Am
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls,
Fº C Am
And as time came around she came my way,
Fº G G7
As time came around, she came.
F Fm7 Fº C C/B Am
But it's a long, long time from May to December,
Am/G D7 Dm7 G7 C Fº C
And the days grow short when you reach September
F Fm Fº C C/B Am
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,
Am/G D Dm7 G7 C Fº C
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.
F Fm7/6 Fm7
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
Dm7 Fº G
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber...
G7 F Fm7 Fº C C/B Am
And these few precious days I'll spend with you,
Am/G D Dm7 Fº C
These precious days I'll spend with you.
F Fm7/6 Fm7
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
Dm7 Fº G
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber...
G7 F Fm7 Fº C C/B Am
And these few precious days I'll spend with you,
A/G D
These precious days
Dm7 Dm7(b5) C F Fº Dm7(b5) C
I'll spend with you.
Fº C Am
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
Fº C
They'll count you with wine and with song
Fº C Am
They'll woo you with words and a clover ring
F G C Am
But if you examine the goods that they bring
F Fº C Am
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
Fº C Am
And a plentiful waste of time of day
Fº G G7
A plentiful waste of time
(Repeat Refrain)