Letras
When I was a young man courtin' the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old 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
As time came around she came
But it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
For the days whittle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'd spend with you
These golden days I'd spend with you