Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I look around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
There's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friends
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground
There's a patch of snow on the ground
There's a patch of snow on the ground
There's a patch of snow on the ground