September Song
Oh, it's a long, long while; From May till December; And the days grow short; When you reach September; And the autumn weather  ; Turns the leafs to flame  ; One hasn’t got time for the waiting game; And 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. ;  When you meet with the young men early in spring; They court you in song and rhyme; They woo you with words and a clover ring; But if you examine the goods they bring; They have little to offer but the songs they sing; And a plentiful waste of time of day; And a plentiful waste of time. ;  For it's a long, long while; From May till December; And the days grow short; When you reach September; And the autumn weather  ; Turns the leafs to flame  ; One hasn’t got time for the waiting game ; And 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; 