September Song
Mario Lanza Lyrics


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When I was a young man courting the girls
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
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
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

Overall Meaning

The song "September Song" by Mario Lanza portrays the story of a young man who used to court women in his younger days. He had his own strategy of waiting for the maid to come around if she refused him. He would try to win her heart by presenting her with tears in lieu of pearls, and eventually, they came his way. Although it took some time for him to find the right woman, he felt that it was worth the wait.


The lyrics then transition into a reflection on the ephemeral nature of life. The days get shorter as we reach September, and the autumn weather changes the leaves to flame. This time of year is a reminder that life is fleeting, and we should cherish every moment we have. The singer shares that they want to spend the last few precious days of the year with their beloved.


Overall, the song is a tribute to the beauty of love and the importance of cherishing each moment in life, especially as time goes on.


Line by Line Meaning

When I was a young man courting the girls
When I was a young man pursuing romantic relationships


I played me a waiting game
I would patiently wait for the girl's response to my advances


If a maid refused me with tossing curls
If a girl rejected me with an attitude


I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
I'd wait for some time to pass


While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
While I would try to win her over with my emotions rather than material gifts


And as time came around she came my way
Eventually, she reciprocated my feelings


As time came around, she came
Eventually, she agreed to be with me


Oh, it's a long long while from May to December
The time between youth and old age is long


But the days grow short when you reach September
But as one ages, time seems to pass more quickly


When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
As the weather shifts to autumn and the leaves change color


And you ain't got time for waiting game
And there's no time left for playing games in love


When days dwindle down to a precious few
When there are only a few days left in life


September November,
The months with the few remaining days


And these few golden days I'd share with you
And I would spend those days with you to make them special


Those golden days I share with you
Those moments we spend together in our remaining days


When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
When you first meet a girl in the spring of life


You court them in song and rhyme
You try to impress them with romantic gestures


They answer with words and a clover ring
They respond with sweet words and small gestures


But if you could examine the goods they bring
But if you looked closer at what they offer


They have little to offer but the songs they sing
They may not have much to give besides words and gestures


And the plentiful waste of time of day
And a lot of time spent on meaningless activities


A plentiful waste of time
A lot of time spent on things with little value


Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
The time between youth and old age is long


But the days grow short when you reach September
But as one ages, time seems to pass more quickly


When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
As the weather shifts to autumn and the leaves change color


One hasn't got time for the waiting game
There's no time left for playing games in love


Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
Oh, there are only a few days left in life


September, November
The months with the few remaining days


And these few precious days I'll spend with you
And I will spend those days with you to make them special


These precious days I'll spend with you
These moments we spend together in our remaining days




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson

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Comments from YouTube:

Norma Hobson

Thanks for this rendition of Mario Lanza's "September Song"-it is so great-I had never heard this by Mario before-great!

Palmarola2012

Thank you for posting this marvelous performance.  It shows Lanza's fantastic talent.  A great book explains so much about him.  It is the bestseller, “A KID FROM PHILADELPHIA, MARIO LANZA, THE VOICE OF THE POETS.”  It is a series of essays that exhibit his life and ability to be the greatest of tenor and the greatest of performers.
 
Mario Lanza had one of the most thrilling voices of all time.  He was a tenor who was able to cross over from opera to popular music as no one else could. It is no wonder that he was the idol of Pavarotti and Domingo and so many singers today.  The book, “A KID FROM PHILADELPHIA, MARIO LANZA, THE VOICE OF THE POETS.”  captures his passion and is a lovely homage to him from a fan for his fans.

Ирина Малафеева

Что бы и о чём бы не пел Марио Ланца .. всё становится бестеллером!!!

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