When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
But it's a long, long time from May to December
And 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 a precious few. September November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
Oh, 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.
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
They'll court you with wine and with song
They'll woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods that they bring
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time
But it's a long, long time from May to December
And 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 a precious few. September November
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came