September Song - Gracie Fields

When you meet with the young man

Early in the Spring

You court them in song and rhyme

They answer with words and a clover ring

But if you could examine

the goods they bring

They have little to offer

But the songs they sing

And the plentiful waste of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

Oh it's a long long

While from May to December

And the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

And I havn'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 golden days

I'll spend with you