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One day you turn around, and it's summer.
Next day you turn around, and its fall. And the
springs and the winters of a life time, whatever
happened to them all?
As a man who has always had the wandering ways,
now i'm reaching back for 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 a man, who has never paused at wishing wells,
now i'm watching childrens 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.....
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How old am I?, I'm old enough to know
The difference between infatuation
And a love that has a chance to grow
How old am I?, I'm not too old to hear
The sweet ring of truth and understanding
When the words "I love you" reach my ear
Don't mind these lines beneath my eyes, they're well-earned souvenirs
Of a thousand nights of laughter and occasional tears
And I hope you won't be jealous of the silver in my hair
It took many lover's quarrels to put it there
How old am I?, you kiss me and I'm young
Love's a road never traveled, life's a song I've never sung
If I make you happy today, I'm the perfect age
As for tomorrow turn the page
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You are the summer and I am the autumn
Don't wait too long
Your song's beginning
While mine's nearly sung
Don't wait too long
Fall is a lovely time of the year
When leaves turn to gold and brown
But soon fall is ending
Winter is near and the leaves
Start tumblin' down
Why must the moments go by in such haste
Don't wait too long
Winter is coming I've no time to waste
Don't wait too long
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When you're all alone
All the children grown
And, like starlings, flown away
It gets lonely early, doesn't it?
Lonely early, doesn't it?
Ev'ry single endless day
When your twilight nears
And one face appears
Turning winter years to May
It gets lonely early, doesn't it?
Lonely early, doesn't it?
Still the old heart's young enough to say
"It was really more than lovely, wasn't it?
"Truly lovely, wasn't it?"
Ev'ry single lovely day
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Writer(s): Jenkins
As I approach the prime of my life
I find I have the time of my life
Learning to enjoy at my leasure
All the simple pleasure
And so I happily concede
This is all I ask
This is all I need
Beautiful girl, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunset, stay a little longer with the lonely sea
Children everywhere, when you shoot at bad men, shoot at me
Take me to that strange enchanted land
Grownups seldom understand
Wandering rainbows, leave a bit of color for my heart to own
Stars in the sky, make my wish come true
Before the night has flown
And let the music play as long as there's a song to sing
Then I will stay younger than spring
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Last night when we were young, love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real so right, ages ago last night
Today the world is old, you flew away and time grew cold
Where is that star that shone so bright, ages ago last night
To think that spring had depended on merely this a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid could slip away in one little daybreak
So now let's reminisce and recollect the sighs and the kisses
The arms that clung when we were young last night
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Writer(s): Howard
I've seen that face before
That face that I see in the mirror
I know that face
I've seen that face before
I knew that dopey guy
When he didn't know how to tie his tie
He stood right there and he had hair galore
The man in the looking glass
Who can he be
The man in the looking glass
Can he possibly be me
Where's our young romeo
The lad who used to sigh
Who's the middle age lothario
With the twinkle in his eye
He seem so much wiser now
Less lonely but then
Could be he's only pretending again
Man in the looking glass smiling away
How's your sacroiliac today
Where's your first love affair
That trajedy d'amour
The true love you thought would be
The end of you for sure
The man in the looking glass
Have no regrets
The man who's wise never forgets
That life is worth living if once in a while
You can look in that looking glass and smile
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When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a massive good year
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When the wind was green
At the start of the spring
When the wind was green
Like a living thing
It was on my lips
And it's kiss was fair
You were there
When the wind was red
Like a summer wine
When the wind was red
Like your lips on mine
It caressed my face
And it tossed my hair
You were there
Then came the fall and all of love
Came tumbling, stumbling down
Like leaves that lost to frost and found
They were flying-crying
In a brown wind dying
But the winter's come and we both should know
That the wind is white like the swirling snow
And we'll never see all the wonderful things to be seen
When the wind is green
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Hello young lovers who ever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I've been in love like you
Be brave young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true
Cling very close to each other tonight
I've been in love like you
I know how it feels to have wings on your heels
And fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers what ever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my memories are happy tonight
I've had a love of my own
I've had a love of my own like yours
I've had a love of my own
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Writer(s): Wilder/Engvick
That year in Oakland High
When I was seventeen
The grass from there to San Jose
Was high and cool and green
I see it now
Too brash and young was I
To know what time could mean
The old Acacia lawn cut down
Was felt but never seen
I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves have come and gone
The years go racing by
I live as best I can
And all at once I know it means the making of a man
I see it now
I see it now
I see it now
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Once upon a time a girl with moonlight in her eyes
Put her hand in mine and said she loved me so
But that was once upon a time very long ago
Once upon a hill we sat beneath a willow tree
Counting all the stars and waiting for the dawn
But that was once upon a time, now the tree is gone
How the breeze ruffled through her hair
How we always laughed as though tomorrow wasn't there
We were young and didn't have a care
Where did it go?
Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew
Everything was ours, how happy we were then
But somehow once upon a time never comes again
Once upon a time never comes again
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For it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
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