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
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