September Song Lyrics - Armchair Theatre - Jeff Lynne

When I was a young man, caught in the girls 

I played me a waiting game 

If a maid refused me with tossin curls 

I let the old earth take a couple of whirls 

While I apply her with tears in lieu of pearls 

And as time came around, she came my way, 

And as time came around, she came 

Oh its a long, long while, from May to December 

But the days grow short, when you reach September 

When the autum 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 

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