Time, time, time, see whatīs become of me.
While I looked around for my possibilities,
I was so hard to please.
But look around, the leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, itīs bound to be a better ride
Than what youīve got planned,
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around you, the leaves are brown now,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
Thatīs an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away,
Itīs simply pretend, that you can build them again.
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
Itīs the springtime of my life.
Oh, seasons change with scenery,
Weaving time in a tapestry,
Wonīt you stop and remember me?
At any convenient time.
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme,
Drinking my vodka and rhyme.
I look around, the leaves are brown,
Thereīs a patch of snow on the ground,
Look around...
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