Songtext September song Peter, Paul & Mary

September song

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
Id let the old earth take a couple of twirls
And Id ply her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came

But its a long, long while from may to december
And the days grow short when you reach september.
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I havent got the time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;
September, november.
And these few precious days Ill spend with you.
These precious days Ill spend with you.