September Song - Mel Tormé/Rob McConnell And The Boss Brass
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
When I maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old earth take a couple of whirls
And I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time went along she came my way
And as time went along she came
But it's a long long while from May to December
And 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
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These golden days
I'll spend with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
November September
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These golden days
I'll spend with you
