September Song

And I walk a little lame

And I haven't got time

For the racing 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 the young man

Put your song and rhyme

And if you examine the goods they bring

They have a lot to offer with the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time and day

And a wonderful waste

For it's a long, long while

From May to December

We're clovering lash

Till you reach September

And I am 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 if you break ♪

I'd spend with you

These precious days

I'd spend with you

Witchman

Witchman