Saturday, September 14, 2013

September Song

When I was 
a young man
the girls,
I played me 
a waiting game.

If a maid 
refused me
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

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, 

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...