When I was a young man courting the girls I played me the waiting game If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh, I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls And as time came around she came my way As time came around she came For its a long, long while, from May to December And the days grow short, when you reach September And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few September, November And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you And the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game I have a little money, and I have a little pain And these few golden days, as the days grow so few These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you September song, September song September song, September song
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