September Song Lyrics - Byu Synthesis

When I was a young man courting the girls 

I played me a waiting game 

If a maid refused me with tossing curls 

I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls 

While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls 

And as time came around she came my way 

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 

And you ain't got time for waiting game 

When days dwindle down to a precious few 

September November, 

And these few golden days I'd share with you 

Those golden days I share with you 

When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring 

You court them in song and rhyme 

They answer with words and a clover ring 

But if you could examine the goods they bring 

They have little to offer but the songs they sing 

And the plentiful waste of time of day 

A plentiful waste of time 

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