September Song Theodore Bikel

[Verse 1]
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
When a maid refused me with tossing curls
I let that 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

[Chorus]
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 lеaves to flame
One hasn't got timе
For any 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