September Song
by Ella Fitzgerald
From the album: Ella Fitzgerald Sings Songs From "Let No Man Write My Epitaph"
Duration: 3:43
Lyrics for September Song
When he was a young man courting the girls He played a waiting game If a maid refused him with tossing curls He'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls For as time went along, she came his way As time went along, she came But it's 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 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 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