Time, time, time See what's become of me While I looked
around For my possibilities I was so hard to please
Look
around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a Hazy Shade of
Winter
Hear the Salvation Army Band Down by the riverside It's
bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned Carry a cup in
your hand
Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a Hazy
Shade of Winter
Hang onto 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 Grass is high Fields are ripe It's
the springtime of my life
Seasons change with their scenery Weaving
time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me
Look
around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a Hazy Shade of
Winter
Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the
ground Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the
ground Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the
ground