Song Lyrics

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd 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 time, from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven'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

And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you

Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

The duration of September Song is 2:47 minutes and seconds.