Текст песни September Song

When you meet with the young men
Early in spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with songs and a clover ring

But if you examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a 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
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And 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