歌词
One day you turn around, and it's summer.
Next day you turn around, and its 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, till 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 childrens 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...