Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day
You fritter and waste
the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of
ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something
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 the 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 desparation
in 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 there when 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 knees
To hear the softly
spoken magic spells