The September Of My Years

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.....