September Song

(альбом: Pieces Of Treasure - 2023)

When you meet with the young boys in early Spring
They court you in song and rhyme
And they give you a poem and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods that they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
Oh the days grow short when you reach September
And when the autumn chill sets the leaves to flame
Then you haven't got time to play the waiting game

When I was a young girl courting the boys
I played the waiting game
And if he refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
As he plied me with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around he came my way
As time came around, love came

But it's a long, long time from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn wind sets the leaves to flame
Then you haven't got time to play 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