Writer(s): cahn/van heusen One day you turn around, and it's summer Next day you turn around, and it's fall And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all As a man, who as always had the wandering ways I keep looking back to yesterdays 'til a long forgotten love appears And i find, i'm sighing softly as i near September, the warm september of my years As i man, who has never pauses 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