When I was a young man courtin' 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 pearl 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 And the days grow short when you reach September The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got time for the waiting game
Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November... these few precious days I wanna spend with you These golden days let me spend with you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
