September Song

September Song - Tony Martin

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

I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls

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

December November

And these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you