When I was a young man
caught in the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossin' curls
I let the old earth take a couple of whirls
While I apply her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around
she came my way
And as time came around
she came
Oh
it's a long
long while from May to December
But 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
