Time ambles slow, a gentle stream,
Days drift quiet, a silent dream.
I have seen, I have seen
All the roads that I have walked,
All the faces time has caught,
Tasted sorrow, tasted bliss,
Felt the ache of parting’s kiss.
Deep inside the years we borrow,
They will mellow into tomorrow.
Ah… ah…
Chase no distant, fleeting gleam,
You and I are the living scene.
Chase no distant, fleeting gleam,
You and I are the living scene.
La la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la la.
Lines are traced upon the face,
Silver threads have taken place.
Time will never choose a side,
We can’t run, we cannot hide.
If beauty stayed forever new,
How could it hold a single clue
Of storms we braved through all the years,
The joy we kept, the hidden tears?
Mm mm… mm mm,
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm.
Mm mm… mm mm,
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm.
Twilight lingers, soft and low,
Half a sun with fading glow
Falls on maple leaves so red,
In a breath, its light has fled.
I trace the rings of passing days,
Watch seasons turn in misty haze,
Watch meetings drift to parting’s pain.
Just hold the warmth of one spring lane,
No loneliness will call my name,
No regret will fan the flame.
Ah…
Do not hurry, do not grieve,
Half a sunset still believes.
