The September of My Years

One day you turn around, and it's summer

Next day you turn around, and it's fall

And the springs and the winters of a lifetime

Whatever happened to them all?

As a man who has always had

The wandering ways

I am 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 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