Time precious time, slipping away
Ticking along, leaving me grey
Taking the new, fresh from the vine
Ageing into, a mellowing wine
Chorus
And now I find, peace of mind
Taking my time, watching as time rolls by
Time marches on, to the beat of a drum
But how will I know when my time has come
Time waits for no man, impatient to go
But where it’s going, nobody knows
Chorus
You may say that now is here at last
But I know it isn’t so
In an instant now became the past
On and on and on it goes
A time to sow, a time to reap
A time for laughter, a time to weep
A time to be born, a time to die
For every season, there is a time
Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Chris Flegg March 2008
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