Текст песни September Song

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 its a long, long while, from May to December But the days grow short, when you reach September When the autum 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