A Precious Thing

Time rolls by

Again

Today

By and by

The old, it waves

And I don't know why

I come back each time, just a little more grey

And it's just a time

It passes

It dies

It slips away

Love is just a thing

That I'm trying to live without

And oh, what a precious thing

But it's nothing I care about

Now I'm flying

Just a little too high

Sleep in the morning

And sing a song at night

And I don't know why

The painter, they paint

The singer, a saint

And time's just a time

It passes

It dies

Just stay and play

Love is just a thing

That I'm trying to live without

And oh, what a precious thing

But it's nothing I care about