oes? Sad deserted shore Your fickle friends are leaving, Ah, but then you 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. Who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I'm not going While my love is near me, I know it will be so, 'Till it's time to go. So come the storms of winter And the birds of spring again, I do not fear the time. Who knows how my love grows? Who knows where the time goes? Who knows where (guitaretab.com)