One day you turn around, and it's summer
Next day you turn around, and its fall And the
springs and the winters of a life time, whatever
happened to them all?
As a man who has always had the wandering ways,
now i'm reaching back for yesterdays, till' a long forgotten
love appears And I find that i'm sighing softly as
I near, September The warm September of my years
As a man, who has never paused at wishing wells,
now i'm watching childrens 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