September Song

<br>(kurt weill/maxwell anderson)<br><br><br><br>For its a long, long time<br><br>From may to december<br><br>And the days grow short<br><br>When you reach september<br><br>And the autumn weather<br><br>Turns the leaves to flame<br><br>And I havent got time<br><br>For the waiting game<br><br>And the days dwindle down<br><br>To a precious few<br><br>September november<br><br>And these few precious days<br><br>Id spend with you<br><br>These golden days<br><br>Id spend with you<br><br>When you meet with the young man early in spring<br><br>They court you in song and rhyme<br><br>They woo you with words and a clover ring<br><br>But if you examine the goods they bring<br><br>They have little to offer but the songs they sing<br><br>And a plentiful waste of time of day<br><br>A plentiful waste of time