When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refuses me with tossing curls
I wooed her and wooed her with golden pearls
And as time went by, she came my way
And as time went by, she came
For it's a long, long time
From May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turn the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game
And 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
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days, I'll spend with you
These golden days, I'll spend with you
