Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Beneath the moving stars, we will still be dreaming We have all thought of Time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad deserted shore, it ends and some are leaving Ah, but none are sure it's time for them to go But some will still be here, they have no thought of leaving We do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And we are not alone while this thread is near us We know it will be so; who knows when it's time to go So come the flooding sea and molpies that might spring again We have no fear of Time For who knows how this thread grows? And who knows where the time goes?
Posted on 2013-07-27 05:28 by DrSamCarter.