September Song

September Song - Gracie Fields

When you meet

With the young man

Early in the spring

You court them in

Song and rhyme

They answer with words

And a clover ring

But if you could examine

The goods they bring

They have little to offer

But the songs they sing

And the plentiful waste

Of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

Oh 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

And I havn't got time

For the waiting game

Oh the days dwindle

Down to a precious few

September november

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you

These golden days

I'll spend with you