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
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