Texty piesní Fairport Convention

Fairport Convention

Who Knows Where The Time Goes

Across the morning sky all the birds are leaving

But how can they know it's time for them to go?

Before the winter's fire, I will still be dreamin'

I have no thought of time

R: For who knows where the time goes?

Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving

Ah and yet they know it's time for them to go

But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving

I do not count the time ...

R:

And I am not alone, while my love is near

And I know it will be so until it's time to go

So count the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again

I have no fear of time

R: For who knows how my love grows?

And who knows where the time goes?