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Dion And The Belmonts - September 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 make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears
instead 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
And 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