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When I was a young man courtin' the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I wood her and wood her with the gold and pearls
And as time went by, she came my way
And as time went by, she came.

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
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

And 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 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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