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's
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 on to 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 springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
And 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.
