Intro: FFmFCCAmAmDDmG7CFCFCAmFC
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game;
FCAmFGCAm
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls,
FCAmFCAm
And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way,
FGG7
As time came around, she came.
(refrão)
FFmFCCAm
But it's a long, long time from May to December,
AmD7DmG7CFC
And the days grow short when you reach September;
FFmFCCAm
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,
AmDDmG7CFC
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.
FFm/13 FmDmFG
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November
G7FFmFCCAm
And these few precious days I'll spend with you,
AmDDmFC
These precious days I'll spend with you.
FFm/6 FmDmFG
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November
G7FFmFCCAmAD
And these few precious days I'll spend with you, these precious days
DmDm-/7 CFFDm-/7 C
I'll spend with you.
(verso 2)
FCAm
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
FCFCAm
They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with words and a clover ring
FGCAmFFCAm
But if you examine the goods that they bring, They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
FCAmFGG7
And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time
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