Time, Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please.
Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand.
Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an casy thing to say But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around, The grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with the soenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me
Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground
