One day you turn around, and it's summer

Next day you turn around, and it's fall

And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime

Whatever happened to them all

As a man, who as always had the wandering ways

I keep looking back to yesterdays

'til a long forgotten love appears

And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near

September, the warm september of my years

As I man, who has never pauses 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