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