September Song

[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