When I was a young man Courting the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls I let the old Earth take a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears in lieu 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 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
And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew September, November And these few vintage years I'll spend with you These precious years I'll spend with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
