The September Of My Years
One day you turn around and it's summerNext day you turn around and it's fallAnd the springs and the winters of a lifetimeWhatever happened to them all?
As a man who has always had the wand'ring waysNow I'm reaching back for yesterdays'Til a long-forgotten love appearsAnd I find that I'm sighing softly as I nearSeptember, the warm September of my years
As I man who has never paused at wishing wellsNow I'm watching children's carouselsAnd their laughter's music to my earsAnd I find that I'm smiling gently as I nearSeptember, the warm September of my years
The golden warm September of my years