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