One day you turn around, and it's summer. Next day you turn around, and its fall. And the springs and the winters of a life time, whatever happened to them all? As a man who has always had the wandering ways, now i'm reaching back for yesterdays, till' a long forgotten love appears. And I find that 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 childrens 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.....