When you meet with the young men. Early in spring. They court you in song and rhyme. They woo you with songs and a clover ring. . But if you examine the goods they bring.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame. And I haven't got time for the waiting game.
Oh, it's a long, long time 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, 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.