Time is a fickle thing
and though it may bring
something like happiness
it's not something of which I sing
Time, fading fast
slipping down the drain, doesn't last
for long, better keep it
before it's past
And though it doesn't last for long
Time still remains in the heart
And as I write this song
I hope it speaks to yours
Time isn't forever
and even the most wise and clever
cannot find a way to slow it down -
No, it will never be
And though it's almost gone
Time still remains in the heart
And as the streetlights glow
I hope it speaks to yours
Don't forget that precious time
Don't forget that all-too precious time
That passed over you and I
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 4:49 PM UTC
Time is a fickle thing
and though it may bring
something like happiness
it's not something of which I sing
Time, fading fast
slipping down the drain, doesn't last
for long, better keep it
before it's past
And though it doesn't last for long
Time still remains in the heart
And as I write this song
I hope it speaks to yours
Time isn't forever
and even the most wise and clever
cannot find a way to slow it down -
No, it will never be
And though it's almost gone
Time still remains in the heart
And as the streetlights glow
I hope it speaks to yours
Don't forget that precious time
Don't forget that all-too precious time
That passed over you and I
A parting gift for a wonderful young man.
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