Time, time, time
See what's become of me,
while I looked around
for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky
is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the river side
It's bound to be a better ride,
than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around
Leaves are brown
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 hope should
pass away
Simply pretend
that you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It's springtime of my life
Seasons change scenery,
weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skip
While looking over
manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown now
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