September Song

September Song - Walter Huston

When I was a young man

Courting the girls

I played me a waiting game

If a maid refused me

With tossing curls

I 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

But 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

And the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September november

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you

And the wine dwindles

Down to a precious brew

September november

And these few vintage years

I'll spend with you

These precious years

I'll spend with you