One day you turn around, and it's summer Next day you turn around, and it's fall
Whatever happened to them all
And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime
As a man, who as always had the wandering ways 'Til a long forgotten love appears
I keep looking back to yesterdays
And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years Now I'm watching children's carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears As I man, who has never pauses at wishing wells
September, the warm September of my years
And I find, that I'm smiling gently as I near
- The golden warm September of my years.
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