Across the morning sky, all the birds are leaving.... But how can they know it's time for them to go.....? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have not thought of time... for who knows where the time goes? who knows where the time goes? Sad deserted shore, your frickle friends are leaving.... Ah but then you 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... for who knows where the time goes? who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone, while my love is near... me I know it'll still be so until it's time to go..... So come the storms of winter, and then the birds in spring again I do not fear the time... for who knows where the tim[e goes? who knows where the time goes?