"Time" as written by and S. Silverstein....
Ain't the snow falling just a bit deeper these days?
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days?
And the town's really changin' in so many ways.

[Chorus: x3]

The young folks, they're growin' exceptionally tall.
And the newspaper print, it's becoming quite small.
And folks speak so soft, you can hardly hear at all.

[Chorus: x3]

The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were.
And the gals aren't half as pretty as I remember her.
And today, you know, in the park, a young man called me "Sir".

[Chorus: x3]

Yeah, I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success.
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress.
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress.

[Chorus: x3]

So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill.
What of it? My life now is really much more fulfilled.
But they're tearin' down buildings that I watched 'em build.

[Chorus: x3]

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"Time" as written by Shel Silverstein

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