Frank Sinatra — The September of My Years Live

One day you turn around and it's summer Next day you turn around and it's fall And all the springs and winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all? As a man who has always had the wand'ring ways I keep looking back through 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 I 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