Song | The September of My Years |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | Sinatra at the Sands [live] |
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作词 : Cahn, VanHeusen | |
Written:Jimmy Van Heusen/Sammy Cahn | |
Arranger:Quincy Jones/Billy Byers | |
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 |
zuo ci : Cahn, VanHeusen | |
Written: Jimmy Van Heusen Sammy Cahn | |
Arranger: Quincy Jones Billy Byers | |
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 |
zuò cí : Cahn, VanHeusen | |
Written: Jimmy Van Heusen Sammy Cahn | |
Arranger: Quincy Jones Billy Byers | |
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 |