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.
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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
