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
