When I was a young man
Courting the girls
I played the awaiting game
If a girl refused me
With tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth
Make 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 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

And the wine dwindles down
To a bitter brew
September
November
And these few vintage years
I'll spend with you
These vintage years
I'll spend with you