One day, you turn around and it's summer Next day, you turn around and it's fall And the springs and the winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all? As a man who has always had the wandering ways Now I'm reaching back for yesterdays 'Til 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 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