Time, time, time,
See what's become of me...
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.
It's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry a cup in your hand.
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...
Grass is high.
Fields are ripe.
It's the springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery,
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.
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.
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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