September
Christy Lyrics
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I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And you ain't got time for waiting game
When days dwindle down to a precious few
September November,
And these few golden days I'd share with you
Those golden days I share with you
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
In Christy's song "September", the singer reflects on the fleeting nature of time and the importance of seizing the moment in matters of love. The song reveals the singer's perspective from two different stages of his life: as a young man courting women and as an older man cherishing time spent with his lover. When he was younger, the singer played a waiting game with women, hoping that if he persisted long enough, they would eventually come around to him. The months would pass, from May to December, while he waited, and he would try to win them over with tears and emotion. But as he grew older, he realized that time was too precious to waste playing games, and that there were only a few precious days in September and November to spend with someone he loved.
Throughout the song, the changing of the seasons from spring to autumn, marked by the turning of the leaves from green to gold and crimson, serves as a metaphor for the passage of time and the need to make the most of the present moment. The song also critiques the superficiality of courting rituals, suggesting that young women may offer little beyond their songs and words, and that time spent on such pursuits may amount to a "plentiful waste of time".
Overall, "September" is a poignant meditation on the transience of life and the importance of seizing the moment in matters of the heart. It urges us not to play waiting games or waste time on empty pursuits, but to cherish the few precious days we have with those we love.
Line by Line Meaning
When I was a young man courting the girls
I used to pursue women when I was younger
I played me a waiting game
I used to wait and hope for a woman to come around
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
If a woman rejected me with a toss of her hair
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
I'd wait and let time pass
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
I would cry and be emotional in place of buying her gifts
And as time came around she came my way
Eventually, the woman came around to me
As time came around, she came
After some time, she came to me
Oh, it's a long long while from May to December
There's a long time between the beginning and end of a relationship
But the days grow short when you reach September
But when you reach the end of the relationship, time flies
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
When the weather starts to change and the leaves change color
And you ain't got time for waiting game
There's no time to wait anymore
When days dwindle down to a precious few
As time runs out and the relationship comes to an end
September November
September and November, the end of the relationship
And these few golden days I'd share with you
I want to spend what little time is left with you
Those golden days I share with you
The last special moments we have together
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
When you start pursuing women in the beginning of a relationship
You court them in song and rhyme
You try to win them over with romantic gestures
They answer with words and a clover ring
They respond with sweet words and a token of affection
But if you could examine the goods they bring
If you look closely at what they offer
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
They have little to offer aside from their words and actions
And the plentiful waste of time of day
And the time spent together is enjoyable but not substantial
A plentiful waste of time
A good use of time but not a lasting one
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
There's no time to wait around when pursuing love
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
Time is running out and we only have a little bit left
September, November
The end of the relationship is near
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
I'll cherish the remaining days we have together
These precious days I'll spend with you
These last moments we have are the most important
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson
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Fernanda
She's fabulous!!! Thank you for posting!!!
Charlie Foley
Always my # 1 canary
P. Pijpers
Music by Kurt Weill, with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson
Gab Chaim
precious
Lucinda Goodwin
The Misty Miss Christy!
skorecki7
i'm no music ignorant, senor, just happen to have forged a name, sfumato (techinique in classical painting, to describe a paticular kind of "smoky voice" such as miss christy's ... i'm french, you're from an old western, senor .... you should try to listen to old dagar's pieces, from my account, which are the oldest forms of classical north indian ragas to know that pitch is a very, very, relative occidental notion ... that's all for today senor ...