September Of My Years Lyrics - 1965

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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