Ella Fitzgerald September Song Lyrics
            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 make a couple of whirls
            While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
            And as time came around she came my way
            As time came around, she came
        
            When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
            You court them in song and rhyme
            They answer with words and a clover ring
            But if you could examine the goods they bring
            They have little to offer but the songs they sing
            And the plentiful waste of time of day
            A plentiful waste of time
        
            Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
            But the days grow short when you reach September
            When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
            One hasn't got time for 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
        
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