"September Song" lyrics

When I was a young man
Courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a girl refused me
With tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth
Take a couple of whirls

While I'd ply her with tears
In new 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
When the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down
To precious few
September
November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you