September Song

When you meet with the young men

Early in spring

They court you in song and rhyme

They woo you with songs and a clover ring

But if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a 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

And 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