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 Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my [A]way
As time came around, she came
Oh, it's a long [Am]long [Am]while from May to [C7]December
But the days grow short when you [A7ɾeach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to [C7]flame
And you [A7ain't got [Fm7]time for [Dm7]waiting game
When days dwindle down to [C7]a precious few
September November,
And these few golden days I'd share with you
Those golden days I share with you
When you [A7meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them [A]in song [Am]and [Bm]ɾhyme
They answer with words and [Bm]a clover ɾing
But if you [A7could examine the goods they bring
They have little to [C7]offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
Oh, it's a long, long [Am]while from May to [C7]December
But the days grow short when you [A7ɾeach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to [C7]flame
One hasn't got [Fm7]time for [Dm7]the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to [C7]a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
