Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
kicking aroung on a pice of gound in your home town
wating for someone or sometring to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
and then one day you find ten years have got behind you
no one told you where to run, you missed the stating gun
and you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing aroung to come up behind you again
the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
plans thar either come to naught of half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
the time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here where i can
when i come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their kness
to hear the softly sopoken magic spell.
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