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September Song

 





Kurt Weill / Maxwell Anderson
©1938 Chappell Music / Hampshire House Publishing
 


When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old earth take a couple of twirls
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came

But it's a long, long time from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And 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.

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