Time

Dicking away the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an unfair way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

--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 neither come to order

Or half a page of swiveled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation

Is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over

I thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

And far away, across the fields,

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spell.