Karaoké 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 lifetime

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 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