Introd: 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. Refrain: 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. 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. Verse two: When you meet with the young men in the early Spring They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with words and a clover ring But if you examine the goods that they bring, They have little to offer but the songs that they sing And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time Repeat Refrain Gravada também por Nat“King”Cole e Willie Nelson