One day you turn around, and it's summer Next day you turn around, and it's fall And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all
As a man, who as always had the wandering ways I keep looking back to yesterdays 'Til a long forgotten love appears
And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near September, the warm September of my years
As I man, who has never pauses at wishing wells Now I'm watching children's carousels And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find, that I'm smiling gently as I near September, the warm September of my years - The golden warm September of my years
