Lyrics 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