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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 tossin' curls
I let this old Earth take a couple of whirls.
While I plied her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came.

Oh, it's a long long time 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.

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.

When you meet with the young men early in the Spring
They court you with song and rhyme
They woo with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time

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
But these few golden days I'll spend with you
These golden days I'll spend with you
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