The September Of My Years

The September Of My Years - Frank Sinatra

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 has always had the wandring ways

I keep looking back through 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

The golden warm september of my years