When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls Id let the old earth take a couple of twirls And Id ply her with tears instead 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 The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I havent got the time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few September, November And these few precious days Ill spend with you These precious days Ill spend with you
precious, came, september, ply, dwindle