[Verse 1]
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 lieu of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came

[Verse 2]
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 littlе to offer but the songs they sing
And a plеntiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time

[Chorus]
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 leave 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
[Piano Solo]

[Trumpet Solo]

[Chorus]
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