When I was a young man
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Courting the girls
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I played me a waiting game
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If a maid refused me with tossing curls
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I let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
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While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
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And as time came around
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She came my way
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As time came around
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She came
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But, it's a long, long while from May to December
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But the days grow short when you reach September
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When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
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One hasn't got time for the waiting game
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Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
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September, November
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And these few precious days I'll spend with you
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These precious days I'll spend with you
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And the wine dwindles down to a precious brew
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September, November
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And these few vintage years I'll spend with you
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These precious years I'll spend with you
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September Song
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| Tony Bennett |
