| intro |
| Dm | C | Bb | A7 |
| Dm | C | |
| Time, time, time, see what's be | come of me |
| Bb | Am | |
| While I | looked around for my possi | bilities |
| C | |
| I was so | hard to please |
| Dm | C | |
| But look aro | und, leaves are br | own |
| Bb | A7 | Dm | |
| And the sk | y is a h | azy shade of w | inter |
| C | |
| Hear the salvation | army band |
| Bb | |
| Down by the riverside, it'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 now |
| 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 |
| Bb | F | Fmaj7 | |
| Ahhh, seasons change with the | scener | y |
| C9 | |
| Weaving time in a | tapestry |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| Won't you stop and re | mem | ber m | e |
| C | |
| At any convenient time |
| Bb | |
| Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts |
| Of unpublished rhyme |
| Drinking my vodka and lime |
| But look around, leaves are brown now |
| And the sky is a hazy shade of winter |
| Look around, leaves are brown |
| There's a patch of snow on the ground... |