september song－－－ella fitzgerald

when he was a young man courting the girls,
he played a waiting game,
if the maid refused him with tossing curls,
he let the old earth take a couple of twirls
and as time went along, she came his way
as time went long, 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 the time for the waiting game

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