Roy Clark - September Song lyrics

When I was a young man courting the girls

I played me a waiting game

If a maid refused me with tossing curls

I let this old world take a couple of whirls

While I plied her with tears instead of pearls

And as time came along she came my way

As time came along she came

But it's a long, long time from May to December

But the days grow short when you reach September

And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

And one hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September and November

But these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few

September and November

But these few precious days I'll spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you