September of My Years

September of My Years - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

One day you turn around

And it's summer

Next day you turn around

And it's fall

And the springs and the winters of a lifetime

Whatever happened to them all

As a man

Who as always had the wandering ways

I keep looking back for 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