[ Featuring Gianna Alessi ]
When I was a young man courting the girls,
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls,
I let the old earth take a couple of whirls,
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way,
As time came around she 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.
When you meet with the young men early in spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with words 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.
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.
