September Song

(Spoken) When I was a young man courtin' the girls I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossin' curls, I let this old world take a couple of whirls. While I plied her with tears instead of pearls and as time came along, she came my way. As time came along, she came. Ab Eb But it's a long, long time from May to December. Fm F Abm Eb But the days grow short when you reach September. Ab Eb And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to F Ab Abm Eb flame and one hasn't got time for the waiting game. Ab Ebm Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, Ab Ebm September and November. Bb Ab Eb But these few precious days I'll spend with you, F Abm Eb these precious days I'll spend with you. Ab Ebm Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, Ab Ebm September and November. Bb Ab Eb But these few precious days I'll spend with you, F Abm Eb these precious days I'll spend with you.