When I met a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game i first refused me with tossing curls I'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls Till he plied me with tears in lieu of pearls And as time came around, he came my way As time came around, he came
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But 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
Oh, 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
