Lyric Time

(Shel Silverstein)

Ain t the snow fallin just a bit deeper these days
And they re building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town s really changin in so many ways
It s time, time.

The young folks you re growin uncommonly tall
And the newspaper print is becomin so small
And folks talk so soft you can barely hear at all
It s time, just time.

Jokes aren t as witty as the old jokes once were
And the girls ain t half as pretty as I remember her
And today on the bus a grown man called me sir
It s time, just time.

--- Instrumental ---

You know I ain t quite as anxious for fame or success
And my eye finds the girl in the plain simple dress
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress
That s time, just time.

So it takes a bit longer to walk up a hill
What of it but my life now is much more fulfill
But they re tearin down the buildings that I watched them build
It s time, time...