Time, time, time See what's become of me... Time, time, time See what's become of me While I looked 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 It's bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned Carry a cup in your hand Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a Hazy Shade of Winter Hang onto your hopes my friend That's an easy thing to say But if your hopes should pa** away Simply pretend That you can build them again Look around Gra** is high Fields are ripe It's the springtime of my life Seasons change with their scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me 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 Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground