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 world
take a
couple of whirls.
While I plied
her tears
in lieu 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.
But the days
grow short
as you reach
September.
When the
autumn weather
turns the leaves
to flame.
And I haven'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.
In 1938 -
Kurt Weill penned the melody,
Maxwell Anderson the words.
And over the years
many have sun this song.
Listen to thirty eight...
