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| Across the morning sky | all the birds are le | aving |
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| B | ut how can they kn | ow it's time for them to g | o? |
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| Be | fore the winter's f | ire, | I will still be dr | eamin' |
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| I have no thought of t | ime |
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| For w | ho knows where the tim | e goes? |
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| Wh | o knows where the t | ime g | oes? |
| Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving |
| Ah and yet they know it's time for them to go |
| But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving |
| I do not count the time ...CHORUS |
| And I am not alone, while my love is near |
| And I know it will be so until it's time to go |
| So count the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again |
| I have no fear of time |
| CHORUS #2: |
| For who knows how my love grows? |
| And who knows where the time goes? |
| A2: x 0 2 2 0 0 |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |