September Song

For it's a long, long while

From May to December

And the days grow short

'Til you reach September

And I have lost one tooth

And I walk a little lame

And I haven't got time

For the waiting game

And the days turn to gold

As they grow few

September, November

And these few golden days I'd spend with you

These golden days I'd spend with you

When you meet with a young man early in spring

They court you with song and rhyme

They woo you with words and with clothing

And if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time and day

And a plentiful waste of time

For it's a long, long while

From May to December

Will the clover England last

'Til you reach September?

And I am quite equipped

For the waiting game

But I have a little money

And I have a little fame

And the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days I'd spend with you

These precious days I'd spend with you

I'd spend, I'd spend with you

These precious days