Written by Kurt Weill / Maxwell Anderson
Introd: F Fm7 Fdim C C/B Am Am/G D Dm7 G7 C Fdim C Fdim C Am Fdim C When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game; Fdim C Am F G C Am If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls, F C Am Fdim C Am And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way, Fdim G G7 As time came around, she came. Refrain: F Fm7 Fdim C C/B Am But it's a long, long time from May to December, Am/G D7 Dm7 G7 C Fdim C And the days grow short when you reach September; F Fm Fdim C C/B Am When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, Am/G D Dm7 G7 C Fdim C One hasn't got time for the waiting game. F Fm7/13 Fm7 Dm7 Fdim G Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November G7 F Fm7 Fdim C C/B Am And these few precious days I'll spend with you, Am/G D Dm7 Fdim C These precious days I'll spend with you. F Fm7/6 Fm7 Dm7 Fdim G Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November G7 F Fm7 Fdim C C/B Am A/G D And these few precious days I'll spend with you, these precious days Dm7 Dm5-/7 C F Fdim Dm5-/7 C I'll spend with you. Verse two: Fdim C Am When you meet with the young men in the early Spring Fdim C Fdim C Am They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with words and a clover ring F G C Am F Fdim C Am But if you examine the goods that they bring, They have little to offer but the songs that they sing Fdim C Am Fdim G G7 And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time Repeat Refrain