September Song - Ella Fitzgerald
When he was a young man
A courtin' the girls
He played in the waiting game
If a maid refused him
With tossing curls
He let the old earth
Take a couple of twirls
For as time wait a long
She came his way
As time wait a long she came
But it's a long long
Why 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 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
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