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 wand'ring ways Now I'm reaching back for yesterdays 'Til a long forgotten love appears And I find that I'm sighing softly as I near September, the warm September of my years As I 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