One, two, three, four... From the wine glass of love You're drinkin' up September Don't it seem like a dream? Well, girl, that's what it is And when push comes to shove You'll wake up and remember That the mean scheme of things Has got you on its list Wait a little longer Wait a little longer I went down past the tombs And sat upon the pond side And the green willow trees Were swaying in the breeze When the clouds made some room The sun played on the swan glide And the calm mask of ease Was all that one could see Hey (Hey) Wait a little longer Wait a little longer Wait a little longer till you find There's something knockin' down your door, baby, (door, baby) Wait a little longer till you find There ain't nowhere to hide Wait a little longer till there's Something up an' walkin' 'cross your floor, baby, (floor, baby) Wait a little longer till you find it's fin'lly got inside Hey Wait a little longer Wait a little longer This clean luxury Of simple separation It can't last for long It doesn't toe the line The line touches me From soup to segregation Your old mill stream songs Are playing out of time Yeah... Wait a little longer Wait a little longer Hey, yeah... Said, wait a little longer Wait a little longer