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 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 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
