(K. Weill, M. Anderson)
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[Recorded April 13, 1965, Hollywood]
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[Lengthy Intro:]
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When I was a young man 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'd let the old Earth make 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 she came my way
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As time came around, she came
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When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
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You court them in song and rhyme
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They answer with words and a clover ring
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But if you could examine the goods they bring
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They have little to offer but the songs they sing
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And the plentiful waste of time of day
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A plentiful waste of time
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Oh, 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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September Song
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| Frank Sinatra |
