September Song - Lou Reed

When I was a young man courting the girls

I played me the waiting game

If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh

I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls

While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls

And as time came around she came my way

As time came around she came

For its a long, long while, from May to December

And the days grow short, when you reach September

And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain

Hey honey, I haven’t gotta time for gaining Waiting Game

And the days turn to crawl (?grow old?) as they grow few

September, November

And these few colden (?golden?) days I’d like to spend 'em with you

These golden days, I’d like to spend 'em with you

And the days dwindle down to a precious few

September, November

And I’m not quite a quip for the waiting game

I have a little money, and I have a little pain

And these few golden days, as the days grow so few

These golden days, I’d like to spend 'em with you

These precious golden days, I’d like to spend 'em with you

September song, September song

September song, September song