September Song

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 in lieu of pearls
 And as time came around she came my way
 As time came around, she came
 When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
 You court them in song and rhyme
 They answer with words and a clover ring
 But if you could examine the goods they bring
 They have little to offer but the songs they sing
 And the plentiful waste of time of day
 A plentiful waste of time
 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