January, February, March
The days are marching forward
April, May, June and July
They lie like a hummingbird
August, September, October
The year is almost over
November, December arrive
Now the year is gone
Time is illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Our time is now
Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Our time is now
I'm gonna sing before my time runs out