Across the morning sky all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter's fire, I will still be dreamin' I have no thought of time CHORUS: For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? 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? (sent by Harlan at [email protected])