Track Title:               September Song
Album Title:               Frank Sinatra:  The Reprise Collection, Disc 2

Prime Artist:              Frank Sinatra
Arranger:                  Gordon Jenkins
Written by:                Maxwell Anderson

Written by:                Kurt Weill


        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 make a couple of whirls
        While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
        And as time came around she came my way
        As time came around, she came

        When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
        You court them in song and rhyme
        They answer with words and a clover ring
        But if you could examine the goods they bring
        They have little to offer but the songs they sing
        And the plentiful waste of time of day
        A plentiful waste of time

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But 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
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days   I'll spend  with you
Transcribed by Ron Hontz