
September Song Songtext
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 earth take a couple of whirls.
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls.
And as time came around, she came my way,
And 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.
One hasn'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.
When the autumn weather, turns the leaves to flame,
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls,
I let the earth take a couple of whirls.
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls.
And as time came around, she came my way,
And 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.
One hasn'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.
MAXWELL ANDERSON, KURT WEILL
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