September Song (1997)

[STUYVESANT] When I was a young man courting the girls I played a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls (Aw) I'd let the old earth take a couple whirls While I plied her with tears and in lieu of pearls And as time came around she came my way As time came around she came It's a long, long while From May to December But the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn, autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got the time For the waiting game The days disappear They disappear from view September November These few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you Oh, the days disappear Disappear down to a precious few September November These few precious days I'll spend them with you These precious days I wanna spend them with you These precious days I wanna spend them with you September song, September song September song, September song September song, September song September song, September song Precious days Precious days, September song I'll spend them with you Precious days, September song