Time

Ticking away the moments
 That make up a dull day
 Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
 Kicking around on a piece of ground
 In your hometown
 Waiting for someone or something
 To show the way
 Tired of lying in the sunshine
 Staying here to watch the rain
 You are young and life is long
 There's always time to kill today
 And then one day you'll find
 Ten years have got behind you
 No one told you when to run
 You missed the starting gun
 So you run and you run to catch up with the sun
 But its sinking
 Racing around to come up behind you again
 The sun is the same in the relative way
 But you're older
 Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
 Every year is getting shorter
 Never seem to find the time
 Plans that either come to naught
 Or half a page of scribbled lines
 Hanging on in quiet desperation
 Is the English way
 The time is gone the song is over
 Thought I'd something more to say
 Home, home again
 I like to here when I can
 When I come home cold and tired
 It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
 Far away across the field
 The tolling of the iron bell
 Calls the faithful to their knees
 To hear the softly spoken magic spell