When I was a young man Courting the girl I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me With tossing curls I let the old Earth Take a couple of whirls While I 'plied her with tears In place 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 And the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame I haven't got time For the waiting game And the days turn to gold As they grow few September November And these few golden days I'd share with you These golden days I'd share with you September November And these few vintage years I'd share with you These vintage years I'd share with you