paroles de chanson 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 life time
Whatever happened to them all
As a man who has always had the wandering 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 a 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