One day you turn around and it's summer
Next day you turn around and its fall
And all the winters and the springs of a life time whatever
Happened to them all
As a man who has always had the wandering ways
I keep looking back to yesterdays till' a long forgotten
Love appears and I find that I'm sighing gently 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