Writer(s): cahn/van heusen
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
