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 Id ply her with tears instead of pearls
And as time came around, she came my way
As time came around, she came
But its a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September.
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I havent got the time for the waiting game.
Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few;
September, November.
And these few precious days Ill spend with you.
These precious days I'll spend with you.
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