September Song
When I
was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
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| CPW at Pat O'Brien's in the Big Easy on New Year's Eve 1970 |
When you meet with the young girls early in the
Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer 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
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
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
Lyrics
by Maxwell Anderson
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