Time

 

 

Ticking away the moments that make a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

 

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 when to run, you missed the starting gun

 

 

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in the relative way but you're older

And shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or 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

 

 

 

I like to be here when I can.

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 knees

G7+ D7/9+ Cº Bm7

To hear the softly spoken magic spells.