Teksty: Mary Black. Who Knows Where The Time Goes.

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 do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, then you know, it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
You know I have no thought of 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 do not fear the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?