[Am]Time, Time, Time, see what's be[G]come of me,
While I [Dm]look around, for my possi[Am]bilities,
I was so [G]hard to please,
But look [Am]around, leaves are [G]brown,
And the [F]sky is a [E]hazy shade of [Am]winter.
We're a salvation army [G]band.
[F]Down by the riverside there's got to be a better ride
than [Am]what you've got planned.
Carry your [G]cup in your hand,
And look [Am]around ya, leaves are [G]brown now, and the [F]sky,
Its a [E]hazy shade of [Am]winter.
Hang onto to your hopes my friends,
That's to mean a bit to say that if your hopes should pass away
then simply pretend
That you can build them again!
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
Its the spring time of my life.
[G]Seasons change with the [C]scenery,
We're entwined in a [G]tapestry
Won't you stop and re[Am]mem[Em]ber me,[Am]
[G]at any convenient time,
[F]Funny while my memory sleeps we'll open noble manuscripts
of un[Am]published rhyme,
Drinking my [G]Vodka and lime,
I look [Am]around, leaves are [G]brown now, and the [F]sky,
is a [E]hazy shade of [Am]winter
Look a[G]round, leaves are [F]brown, there's a [E]patch of snow on the [Am]ground,
Look a[G]round, leaves are [F]brown, there's a [E]patch of snow on the [Am]ground,
Look a[G]round, leaves are [F]brown, there's a [E]patch of snow on the [Am]ground.
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