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When he was a young man, courting the girls, he played a waiting game
If a maid refused him with tossing curls
He'd let the old earth take a couple of whirls
And as time came around, she'd come his way
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 a precious few, September
November, and these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, September
November, and these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you