September Song

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Victor Garber - Pop, Musicals

September Song

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[STUYVESANT, spoken] You are young, my sweet You have a world and a lifetime before you But the hair is graying at my temples—slightly, but graying And the days begin to slip rapidly through my fingers For my sake, try to overcome your girlish modesty And let me lead you to the altar, while the fire burns brightly [STUYVESANT] 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 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 I have lost one tooth And I walk a little lame And I haven't got time For the waiting game For the days turn to gold As they grow few September, November And these few golden days I'd spend with you These golden days I'd spend with you When you meet with a young man early in spring They court you in song and rhyme They woo you with words and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs they sing And a plentiful waste of time of day A plentiful waste of time And it's a long, long while From May to December Will a clover ring last 'Til you reach September? I'm not quite equipped For the waiting game But I have a little money And I have a little fame And the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'd spend with you These precious days I'd spend with you

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Credits

Writers
  • Kurt Weill
  • Maxwell Anderson