(By Maxwell Anderson - Kurt Weill)
When I was a young man courtin'
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 pearl
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...