When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refuses me with tossing curls I wooed her and wooed her with golden pearls And as time went by, she came my way And as time went by, she came For it's a long, long time From May to December And the days grow short when you reach September And the autumn weather Turn the leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game And 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 And the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November And these few precious days, I'll spend with you These golden days, I'll spend with you