[STUYVESANT]
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls (Aw)
I'd let the old earth take a couple whirls
While I plied her with tears and in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came

It's a long, long while
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the autumn, autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got the time
For the waiting game

The days disappear
They disappear from view
September
November
These few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you
Oh, the days disappear
Disappear down to a precious few
September
November
These few precious days
I'll spend them with you
These precious days
I wanna spend them with you
These precious days
I wanna spend them with you

September song, September song
September song, September song
September song, September song
September song, September song
Precious days
Precious days, September song
I'll spend them with you
Precious days, September song