September Song

Lyrics

[STUYVESANT] When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls (Aw) I'd let that 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 For it's a long, long while From May to December And the days grow short When you reach September And I have the lost my teeth And I'm walking a little lame Hey honey, I haven't got the time For any waiting game And the days turn to gold As they grow few September, November And these few golden days I'd like to spend them with you These golden days I'd like to spend them with you And the days dwindle down To a precious few September, November And I'm not quite equipped For these waiting games I have a little money And I've had a little pain And these few golden days As they grow so few These golden days I'd like to spend them with you These precious golden days I'd like to spend them with you September song, September song September song, September song