Ticking away
the moments
that make up
a dull day
You fritter and waste
the hours in
an offhand way
Kicking around
on a piece of ground
in your home town
Waiting for someone
or something
to show you the way
Tired of lying
in the sunshine
staying home
to watch the rain
You are young
and life is long
and there is time
to kill today
And then one day
you'll find
Ten years have got
behind you
no-one told you
when to run
You missed the
starting gun
And you run
and you run
to catch up
with the sun
but it's sinking
Racing around
to come up
behind you again
The sun is the same
in a relative way
but you're older
Shorter of breath
one day closer
to death
Every year
is getting shorter
never seem to find
the time
Plans that either
come to nought
or half a page
of scribbled lines
Hanging on
in quiet desperation
is the English way
the time is gone
The song is over
thought I'd something
more to say
Home
home again
I like to be here
when I can
When I got home
cold and tired
It's good to
warm my bones
beside the fire
Far away
across the field
the tolling of
the iron bell
Calls the faithful
to their knees
To hear the
softly spoken
magic bells