Roy Clark - September Song lyrics

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(Maxwell Anderson - Kurt Weill)

When I was a young man courtin' the girls

I played me a waiting game

If a maid refused me with tossin' curls

I let this old world take a couple of whirls.

While I plied her with tears instead of pearls

And as time came along she came my way

As time came along she came.

But it's a long long time from May to December

But the days grow short when you reach September

And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

And one hasn't got time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September and November

But these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you.

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September and November

But these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you...