September Song Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

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 take a couple of twirls 

And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls 

And as time came around, she came my way 

As time came around, she came 

But it's 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 haven't got the time for the waiting game 

Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few 

September, November 

And these few precious days I'll spend with you 

These precious days I'll spend with you