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Chet Baker
september song
When I was a young man courting the girlsI played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
Iâ??d let the old earth take a couple of twirls
And Iâ??d ply her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came
But itâ??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 havenâ??t got the time for the waiting game.
Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;
September, november.
And these few precious days Iâ??ll spend with you.
These precious days Iâ??ll spend with you.