Tick-

ing

a-

way

the

mom-

ents

that

make

up

a

dull

day

You

frit-

ter

and

waste

the

hours

in

an

off-

hand

way

Kick-

ing

a-

round

on

a

piece

of

ground

in

your

home

town

Wait-

ing

for

some-

one

or

some-

thing

to

show

you

the

way

Tired

of

ly-

ing

in

the

sun-

shine

stay-

ing

home

to

watch

the

rain

And

you

are

young

and

life

is

long

and

there

is

time

to

kill

to-

day

And

then

one

day

you

find

ten

years

have

got

be-

hind

you

No-

one

told

you

when

to

run

you

missed

the

start-

ing

gun

And

you

run

and

you

run

to

catch

up

with

the

sun

but

it's

sink-

ing

Rac-

ing

a-

round

to

come

up

be-

hind

you

a-

gain

The

sun

is

the

same

in

a

rel-

a-

tive

way

but

you're

old-

er

Short-

er

of

breath

and

one

day

clos-

er

to

death

Ev-

ery

year

is

get-

ting

short-

er

ne-

ver

seem

to

find

the

time

Plans

that

eith-

er

come

to

naught

or

half

a

page

of

scrib-

bled

lines

Hang-

ing

on

in

qui-

et

des-

pe-

ra-

tion

is

the

eng-

lish

way

The

time

is

gone

the

song

is

o-

ver

thought

I'd

some-

thing

more

to

say

Home

home

a-

gain

I

like

to

be

here

when

I

can

When

I

come

home

cold

and

tired

It's

good

to

warm

my

bones

be-

side

the

fire

Far

a-

way

a-

cross

the

field

the

toll-

ing

of

the

i-

ron

bell

Calls

the

faith-

ful

to

their

knees

to

hear

the

soft-

ly

spok-

en

ma-

gic

spell