Intro: Verse When I was a young man acourtin' the girls I played me a waitin' game If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls And as time came around she came my way As time came around, she came Melody But it's a long, long time, from May to December And 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 Interlude: 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