Ac-

ross

the

eve-

ning

sky,

all

the

birds

are

le-

a-

ving

But

how

can

they

know

it's

time

for

them

to

go?

Be-

fore

the

win-

ter

fi-

re,

I

will

still

be

dre-

a-

ming

I

have

no

tho-

ught

of

ti-

me

For

who

knows

where

the

ti-

me

go-

es?

Who

knows

where

the

ti-

me

go-

es?

Sad,

de-

ser-

ted

shore,

your

fick-

le

friends

are

le-

a-

ving

Ah,

but

then

you

know

it's

time

for

them

to

go.

But

I

will

still

be

here,

I

have

no

thought

of

lea-

ving

I

do

not

count

the

time.

For

who

knows

where

the

ti-

me

go-

es?

Who

knows

where

the

ti-

me

go-

es?

And

I

am

not

a-

lone

while

my

lo-

ve

is

ne-

ar

me

I

know

it

will

be

so

un-

til

it's

time

to

go

So

come

the

storms

of

win-

ter

and

then

the

birds

in

spring

a-

gain

I

have

no

fear

of

time

For

who

knows

ho-

w

my

lo-

ve

grows?

And

who

knows

where

the

ti-

me

goes?