When I met a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
i first refused me with tossing curls
I´d let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
Till he plied me with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around, he came my way
As time came around, he 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