Time, time, time
see what's
become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard
to please
But look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky
is a hazy shade
of winter
Hear the
Salvation Army Band
Down by the riverside
bound to be
a better ride
than what
you've got planned
Carry your cup
in your hand
And look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky
is a hazy shade
of winter
Hang onto your hopes
my friend
That's an easy
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 spring time
of my life
The seasons change
with the scenery
Weaving time
in the tapestry
Won't you stop
and remember me
At a convenient time?
Funny how my
memory skips
looking over
manuscripts of
unpublished rhyme
Drinking my
vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky
is a hazy shade
of winter
I look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch
of snow
on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch
of snow
on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch
of snow
on the ground