September Song

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 whirls

While I plied her with tears in place 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

And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

And I haven't got time for waiting game

And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew

September, November,

And these few vintage years I'd share with you

Those vintage years I'd share with you

But it's a long, long while from May to December

And the days grow short when you reach September

And I have lost one tooth and i walk a little lame

And I haven't got time for waiting game

And the days turn to gold as they grow few

September, November

And these few golden days I'd spend with you

These golden days I'd spend with you

When you meet with the young men early in Spring

They court you in song and rhyme

They woo you with words and a clover ring

But if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer, but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

But it's a long, long while from May to December

Will the clover ring last till you reach September

And I'm not quite equipped for the waiting game

But I have a little money and I have a little fame

And 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

• Artist:Ute Lemper