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