Fdim Fdim(III) C Am
When I was a young man a-courtin' the girls,
Fdim Fdim(III) C
I played me a waitin' game;
Fdim Fdim(III) C Am
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls,
I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls,
F Fdim(III) C Am
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls,
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And as time came around she came my way,
Fdim Fdim(III) G G7
As time came around, she came.
Refrain:
But it's a long, long time from May to December,
And the days grow short when you reach September;
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
Dm7 Fdim(III) G
September... November...
And these few precious days I'll spend with you,
These precious days I'll spend with you.
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
Dm7 Fdim(III) G
September... November...
And these few precious days I'll spend with you,
These precious days
Dm7 Dm7-5 C F Fdim(III) Fdim Dm7-5 C
I'll spend with you.
Verse 2:
Fdim Fdim(III) C Am
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
Fdim Fdim(III) C
They'll court you with wine and with song
Fdim Fdim(III) C Am
They'll woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods that they bring
F Fdim(III) C Am
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
Fdim Fdim(III) C Am
And a plentiful waste of time of day
Fdim Fdim(III) G G7
A plentiful waste of time
Repeat Refrain