September Song

September Song - Maurice Chevalier

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 whirls

While I plied her with tears

In place 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

And the autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

I haven't got a time

For the waiting game

And the days turn to gold

As sunglow few

September

November

And these few golden days

I treasure with you

These golden days

I treasure with you

September

November

And these few winter's year

I treasure with you

These winter's year

I treasure with you