| Across the morning sky
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| All the birds are leaving
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| Ah, but how can they know
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| It’s time for them to go Before the winter fire we’ll still be dreaming
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| I do not count the time
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| Who knows where the time goes
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| Sad deserted shore
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| Our fickle friends are leaving
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| Ah, but then they know
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| That it is time, time to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
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| I do not count the time
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| Who knows where the time goes
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| No, I’m not going
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| While my love is with me And I know it will be so
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| 'Til it is time to go Then come the storms of winter and the birds of spring again
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| I do not fear the time
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| And who knows where the time goes
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| Who knows where my love grows
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| Who knows where the time goes |