Frank Sinatra - The September Of My Years Lyrics

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
Now I am 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