The September Of My Years
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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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 has always had the wandering ways
I keep looking back to 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

Overall Meaning

The September of My Years by Frank Sinatra is a song that grapples with the nature of time and the inevitability of aging. In the opening lines "One day you turn around and it's summer, Next day you turn around and it's fall," we see the importance of cherished moments that can seem fleeting in the grand scheme of time. Sinatra ponders the question of where all the seasons of our lives go over time, and how it is easy to lose track of them. But this song is also about the discovery of what has been lost, as he reminisces about a long-forgotten love and the joys of childhood, symbolized in the music of children's carousels. The singer finds a sense of comfort and solace in the gentle memories of his past, suiting the melancholic mood of nostalgia.


The lyrics of The September of My Years can be interpreted as a poetic reflection upon the passing of time and the realities of growing old. The song stresses how time keeps moving forward, without any regard for the memories that we hold onto, and that there is no way to stop it. It is a bittersweet look back on life, acknowledging the good and the bad, with the understanding that all of it is now in the past. Sinatra's mature voice captures the essence of the weariness and wistfulness that come with old age, and the sense of grateful acceptance that it is all part of the natural order of things.


Line by Line Meaning

One day you turn around and it's summer
Time flies so fast and before you know it, the season has changed.


Next day you turn around and it's fall
The pace of life is such that one season quickly turns into another without us realizing time is moving.


And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime
All the years that have gone by in one's life make him/her wonder where they have disappeared.


Whatever happened to them all?
Reflecting back on life, one realizes how quickly time has passed and how much has changed.


As a man who has always had the wandering ways
The artist characterizes himself as someone who has always been restless and adventurous.


I keep looking back to yesterdays
Despite his adventurous spirit, he finds himself constantly turning to the past and reflecting on memories.


Til a long-forgotten love appears
Memories of a past romantic relationship resurface as he reflects on his life.


And I find that I'm sighing softly as I near
The memories evoke a gentle, nostalgic feeling as he approaches a new season of life.


September, the warm September of my years
The arrival of September is symbolic of entering a new phase of life, reflecting on the past and looking forward to the future.


As a man who has never paused at wishing wells
The artist characterizes himself as someone who has lived without wishing for anything, always on the move.


Now I'm watching children's carousels
He now takes pleasure in simpler things and finds joy in watching the innocent exuberance of children.


And their laughter's music to my ears
The pure, unbridled laughter of children brings him happiness.


And I find that I'm smiling gently as I near
The innocence of children and the pleasant memories of his past cause him to approach the future with optimism and contentment.


The golden warm September of my years
The upcoming season of his life is one of beauty and warmth, offering a chance for reflection and appreciation of simpler pleasures.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: James Van Heusen, Sammy Cahn

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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