Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving.
How do they know,
its time to for them to go?
Before the winter fire,
I will still be dreaming
For I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Oh who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore,
your fickle friends are leaving.
Ah, but then you know,
its time for them to go,
but I will still be here
I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time.
For who knows where the time goes?
Oh who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone,
Now my love is near me.
I know it will be so,
until its time to go.
So comes the storms of winter,
and then the birds in Spring again.
I have no fear of time.
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
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