September of My Years Songtext
von Bob Dylan

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
'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