When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
oh, I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in place of pearls
and as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For it's a long, long while
from May to December
And the days grow short
when you reach September
And I have lost my teeth
and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't got the time
for any waiting game
And the days turn to gold
as they grow few
September
November
And these few golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
And the days dwindle down
to a precious few
September
November
And I'm not quite equipped
for these waiting game
I had a little money
and I had a little pain
And these few golden days
as the days grow so few
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These precious golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
September song
September song
September song
September song