September Song

Lyrics
When he was a young man courting the girls He played a waiting game If a maid refused him with tossing curls He'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls For as time went along, she came his way As time went along, she came But it's a long, long while from May to December And the days grow short when you reach September The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven'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 precious days I'll spend with you Oh, 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Kurt Weill
- Maxwell Anderson