Once was a young girl who traveled a river
Laughter and light were the gifts she could bring
Sailed on the water in St-Jean forever
To those on the banks she would call out and sing,
"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found."
Once was a young boy who went to the river
Saw our young maiden and followed along
Walked on the banks to the shores of the ocean
Joining her travels in laughter and song
It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found
The river is wide and the river is narrow
The white rocky rapids and warm gentle sands
Meanders and waterfalls, each you must travel
Guide yourself on with the orb in your hand
The banks of the river are crowded with people
The banks of the river are silent and stone
You watch as they pa** so you land and you settle
The eddies and currents move ever along
It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found
What will you be on the banks of the river--
A tinker, a tailor, a soldier, a king?
As you sail on to the shores of the ocean
Open your heart and your spirit and sing,
"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found
"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found
"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down
To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found,
The moments lost never are found."