I'll spend with you
They woo you with songs and a clover ring
Turns the leaves to flame
But the days grow short
A plentiful waste of time
November
To a precious few
These precious days
Oh, the days dwindle down
September
They court you in song and rhyme
And a plentiful waste of time of day
When you reach September
From May to December
Oh, it's a long, long while
One hasn't got time
And these few precious days
For the waiting game
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the autumn weather
But if you examine the goods they bring