Time, Time, Time, see whats be

come of me,

While I

look around, for my possi

bilities,

I was so

hard to please, But look

around,

leaves are

brown, And the

sky is a

hazy shade of

winter. Were a salvation army

band.

Down by the riverside, theres got to be a better ride

than

what youve got planned. Carry your

cup in your hand,

And look

around ya, leaves are

brown now,

and the

sky, Its a

hazy shade of

winter.

Hang onto to your hopes my friends, Thats to mean a bit to say that

if your hopes should pass away, then simply pretend

That you can build them again! Look around, the grass is high,

the fields are ripe, Its the spring time of my life.

Seasons change with the

scenery, Were entwined in a

tapestry

Wont you stop and, re

mem

ber me,

at any convenient time,

Funny while my memory sleeps

well open noble manuscripts, of un

published rhyme,

Drinking my

Vodka and lime, I look

around, leaves are

brown now, and the

sky, is a

hazy shade of

winter

Look a

round, leaves are

brown, theres a

patch of snow on the

ground, Look a

round, leaves are

brown,

theres a

patch of snow on the,

ground,

Look a

round, leaves are

brown, theres a

patch of snow on the

ground.