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When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls (Aw)
I'd let that old earth take a couple whirls
While I plied her with tears in place of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came

For it's a long, long while
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And I have the lost my teeth
And I'm walking a little lame
Hey honey, I haven't got the time
For any waiting game

And the days turn to gold
As they grow few
September, November
And these few golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite equipped
For these waiting games
I have a little money
And I've had a little pain

And these few golden days
As they grow so few
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These precious golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
September song, September song
September song, September song

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