Across the evening 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 no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle 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?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdmf7ricK3E )
Good morning, everyone. Already the middle of September and it seems as if it was just mid-summer a few days ago... Time... strange stuff. But time doesn't seem to diminish my love of good tea, no matter how much of it I drink. Today it's East India Company's "Royal Breakfast" tea while I wait for my wife to wake up and join me for breakfast. Then it's off in search of new tea tins... Don't have a clue where to find them in this area, but it will be fun looking.
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Originally Posted by cromag
Hmmm ... I think must have lost a decade somewhere. Not really surprising, given my lifestyle ...  |
Actually, a case of my
Dyscalculia. I said the number 40 in my mind, but by the time it got to my fingers it came out as 30. 'Traffic' brought this song to the general public in 1970, and 'Fairport Convention' increased its popularity to the folk music crowd. In reality, there are written copies of variations of it dating back all the way to the 1600's! I'm surprised the Francis Child didn't include it in his amazing work "Popular English and Scottish Ballads" that he researched back in the late 1800's.
Ah... I hear stirring in the other room... She wakes! Good timing. I'm getting hungry!
Stitchawl