September Song Lyrics

	Written：Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill Arranger：Gordon Jenkins
	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 make 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
	When you meet with the young girls 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
	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

	Written: Maxwell Anderson Kurt Weill Arranger: Gordon Jenkins
	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 make 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
	When you meet with the young girls 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
	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

	Written: Maxwell Anderson Kurt Weill Arranger: Gordon Jenkins
	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 make 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
	When you meet with the young girls 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
	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

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