September Song

September Song - Mike Douglas

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 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

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September November

And these few golden days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you

Oh the days dwindle down

To a golden few

September November

And these few golden days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you