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 til 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