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 make a couple of whirls

While I plied her with tears

instead of pearls

And as time came around she came my way

As time came around, she came

Oh, 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

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