Peter, Paul & Mary - September Song Lyrics
When I was a young man courting the girlsI played me a waiting game.If a maid refused me with tossing curlsId let the old earth take a couple of twirlsAnd Id ply her with tears instead of pearlsAnd as time came around, she came my wayAs time came around, she cameBut its a long, long while from may to decemberAnd the days grow short when you reach september.The autumn weather turns the leaves to flameAnd I havent got the time for the waiting game.Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;September, november.And these few precious days Ill spend with you.These precious days Ill spend with you.