When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came

But it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And I have lost one tooth and I walk a little lame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
But these few precious days I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
But these few precious days I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you