(my heart, my heart). . Years ago a future was laid before me. And I took the task and ran with it as far as I could go. I always wanted to be a part of something like this.
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.
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.