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 wand'ring 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
Sep - tem - ber, the warm Sep - tem - ber of my years.
As a man who has never paused at wishing wells
Now I'm watch - ing children's car - ou - sels
And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find that I'm smiling gently as I near
Sep - tem - ber, the warm Sep - tem - ber of my years
The gol - den warm Sep - tem - ber of my years.