Intro: Verse When I was a young man acourtin’ the girls                   I played me a waitin’  game If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls I’d let the ol’ world 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 Melody But it’s a long long time    from May to December       And 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 Interlude:         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