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 take a couple of twirls
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, 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.

Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;
September, november.
And these few precious days I'll spend with you.
These precious days I'll spend with you.

• 24 Green Street
• 75 Septembers
• Babylon/oh Sinner Man
• But a Moment
• Deportee
• For The Love of It All
• Home is Where The Heart Is
• House of The Rising Sun
• Old Enough
• River of Jordan
• September Song
• Take The Chance
• The Kid
• Wanderin'/nobody Knows You when You're Down & Out