Time

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Robert Lenzi - Pop, In English

Time

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Lyrics

[Miles]: I had a farmhouse With a grandfather clock Where I would teach time to my son Our lessons began At twelve o'clock sharp When the hands would come in as one I'd say "The big hands count minutes, it's so tightly wound It chases the small hand, to make hours go round" I taught Thomas Constellations in the sky To tell a silver maple from a cottonwood I taught Thomas To divide and multiply But what he never understood was Time, as I watched him grow Time, he would never know Time, where my regret resides Time, if I only knew The what and how and who That time truly divides There was a farmhouse With a grandfather clock Where one day I woke up alone They feared I was magic They feared I was cursed But mostly they feared the unknown The big hand's the father The small hand's the son And there never came a time When they came back as one I taught Thomas how to catch a firefly How to make a pebble skip and rowboat skim She took Thomas and never said goodbye The one thing I could never give to him Was time Time I'm left with nothing Nothing but time

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Credits

Writers
  • Chris Miller (Composer)
  • Nathan Tysen