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Lyrics for 'September Song' by 'Peter Paul And Mary'
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.
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