Lyrics Too Much, Too Little, Too Late - Bombadil

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late

It is too much
It is too little
It is too late
I should be happy too
It is the seasons
It is the cold rain
It is the uneven bricks that
It is too hard
It is too easy
It is too late
I should be home too
It is the smallest clock
It is the smallest thing
It is the smoking gun that makes my head ring