September song

Oh it’s a long, long while

from May ‘till 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.

For 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 songs 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...

But it’s a long, long while

from May ‘till December

When the Autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

For 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!