Ac ross the evening sky, all the birds are lea -ving
B ut how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of ti me
For who knows where the time goes?
Wh o knows where the time g oes?
S ad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are lea ving
A h, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the t ime
For who knows where the time goes?
Wh o knows where the time g oes?
An d I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter
an d then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of t ime
For who knows how my love grows?
And w ho knows where the time g oes?
