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