Time's gone by,
Calendar leaves and snows fly.
I might write a poem,
If I could think of the words to try.
What is it to remember.
The winter was December,
Just one more year left behind.

I believe in a minute for every man
When he must take notice of the clock and all it's hands.
If he sees the road leads straight ahead,
Got to run on down, never never be afraid.
And it's yours, go out and get it;
Don't get wet, please keep dry,
Think about the people that made you cry.

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
If you don't know by now.
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, baby;
It just don't matter anyhow.
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn,
Look out of your windown, I'll be gone.
You're the reason that I'm travelling on;
Don't think twice, it's alright.

I see in the green stream that meanders around my mind,
A girl standing with arms so warm and kind.
She reaches out - she calls my name
But I just can't get through.