When you meet with a young man early in the Spring He woos you with the song and rhyme He woos you with words and a clover ring But if you could examine the goods he bring He has little to offer but the songs he sings And the plentiful waste of time of day A plentiful waste of time
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December And the days grow short when you reach September And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame I haven'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 golden days I'll spend with you
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