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