One day you turn around, and it's summer Next day you turn around, and it's fall And suddenly, all the springs and winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all As a man, who has always had the wandering ways Now I'm looking back on 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 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, I'm smiling gently as I near September, the warm September of my years - The golden warm September of my years