Time, time,
time, see what's become of me
While I look around for my possibilit ies
I was so hard to please.
Look around, leaves have frowned,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the salvation army beg.
Down by the riverside,
it's bound to be a fair ride,
And watch as I play,
carry your cup in your hand
And the ground leaves a frown,
and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say,
but if your hopes should pass away
They simply pretend that
you can build them again.
Look around, the grass is high,
the fields are ripe.
It's the springtime of my life.
Our seasons change with the scenery,
weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and re
mem ber me?
Remember me!
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over
Manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves have frowned
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Look around, leaves are brown.
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Look around, leaves are brown.
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Look around, leaves are brown.
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Look around, leaves are brown,
there's a patch of snow on the ground