Lyrics:

Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics
'september Song'

when He Was A Young Man Courting The Girls
He Played A Waiting Game
If A Maid Refused Him With Tossing Curls
He'd Let The Old Earth Take A Couple Of Whirls
For As Time Went Along She Came His Way
As Time Went Along, 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 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


Writer(S) Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson