March of Times
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March of Times
Life is short and time is shorter as it winds around
No one knows how the clock is wound
Tis wound but once ... short or long
So best we hurry along
For the water is so clear
Under the bridge so near
That falls over the crest of reason
Of all the short season
Into dark pools of ignorance so far below
Time passes through the breeze none too slow
Turn around and we're born
Turn around and we're shorn
All too soon yellow hair is grey
Your friends all go slowly away
Stiff knee short site
Knowing in your heart this can't be right
Tomorrow never comes
As time counts great sums
With a will live and toil
Too soon we rest in the soil
Only love transcends all
Do heed its sweet call
Life is short and time is shorter as it winds around
No one knows how the clock is wound
Tis wound but once ... short or long
So best we hurry along
For the water is so clear
Under the bridge so near
That falls over the crest of reason
Of all the short season
Into dark pools of ignorance so far below
Time passes through the breeze none too slow
Turn around and we're born
Turn around and we're shorn
All too soon yellow hair is grey
Your friends all go slowly away
Stiff knee short site
Knowing in your heart this can't be right
Tomorrow never comes
As time counts great sums
With a will live and toil
Too soon we rest in the soil
Only love transcends all
Do heed its sweet call