Andy Williams
Andy Williams - September Song lyrics
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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 twirls And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls And as time came around, she came my way As time came around, she came 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 leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few; September, November. And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you.