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 the springs and the winters of a lifetime

Whatever happened to them all?

As a man who has always had the wand’ring ways

Now I’m reaching back for 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