For who knows where the time
goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle
friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's
time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time
goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my
love is near me
I know it will be so until
it's time to go
So come the storms of winter
and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time
goes?
(Copyright © 1967 Sonet
Music)
Marco Giunco |
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