Who knows where the time goes?

A peerless song sung by its composer.

Perhaps one of the ultimate funeral songs?


Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But 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 time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, 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 time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And 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 and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?



Peerless, perhaps except for this one: 

We used to say "There'd come the day we'd all be making songs

Or finding better words" These ideas never lasted long

The way is up along the road, the air is growing thin

Too many friends who tried, blown off this mountain with the wind

Meet on the ledge, we're going to meet on the ledge

When my time is up, I'm going to see all my friends

Meet on the ledge, we're going to meet on the ledge

If you really mean it, it all comes around again

Yet now I see, I'm all alone, but that's the only way to be

You'll have your chance again, then you can do the work for me

Meet on the ledge, we're going to meet on the ledge

When my time is up, I'm going to see all my friends

Meet on the ledge, we're going to meet on the ledge

If you really mean it, it all comes around again

But then this one might suit some, as well - my neighbour wants it as his send-off....

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travelers all
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call
And will you never return to see
Your bruised and beaten sons?
"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were
For they love me, every one"
And will you never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be?
And can you never swear a year
To anyone of we?
"No, I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep along side of me"
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all.