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September Song - Walter Huston/Guy Mitchell
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
But it's a long long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got the time for the waiting game
And the days dwindle down to precious few
September November
And these few precious days I'll share with you
These going days I'll share with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September November
And these few precious days I'll share with you
These precious days I'll share with you
