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When I was a young man
Courting 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 place 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
When the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game
For 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 the young men
Early in spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words
And a clover ring
But if you examine
The goods they bring
They have little to offer
But the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste
Of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
And it's a long, long while
From May to December
And 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
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