(Spoken)
When I was a young man courting a girl
I played a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears instead of pearls
As time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came

(Song)
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 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'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you