September Song - Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

But it’s a long, long while

From May to December

And the days grow short

When you reach September

And I have lost one tooth

And I walk a little lame

And I haven’t got time

For the waiting game

And the days turn to gold

As they grow few

September, November

And these few golden days

I’d spend with you

These golden days I’d spend with you

When you meet with a young man early in spring

They court you in song and rhyme

They woo you with words and a clover ring

But if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

But it’s a long, long while

From May to December

Will the clovering last

Till you reach September?

And I’m not quite equipped

For the waiting game

But I have a little money

And I have a little fame

And the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days

I’d spend with you

These precious days I’d spend with you