(Verse)
When you meet with a young man early in spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words and a clover ring
But when you examine the things they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day
And a plentiful waste of time

(Chorus)
Oh, it's a long, long time
From May to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September

When the autumn weather
Turns leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game

For the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you