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הצג גם אקורדים
| Intro: |
| Ticking away the moments |
| That make up a dull day |
| Fritter and waste |
| The hours in an offhand way |
| Kicking around on a piece of |
| Ground in your hometown |
| Waiting for someone or something |
| To show you the way |
| Tired of lying in the sunshine |
| Staying home to watch the rain |
| You are young and life is long |
| And there is time |
| To kill today |
| And then one day you find |
| Ten years have got behind you |
| No one told you when to run |
| You missed the starting gun |
| Bridge: |
| And you run, and you run to |
| Catch up with the sun |
| But it's sinking |
| Racing around to come up |
| Behind you again |
| The sun is the same in a |
| Relative way but you're older |
| Shorter of breath |
| And one day closer to death |
| Every year is getting shorter |
| Never seem to find the time |
| Plans that either come to naught |
| Or half a page of scribbled lines |
| Hanging on in quiet desperation |
| Is the English way |
| The time is gone, the song is over |
| Thought I'd something more to say |
| Bridge: |
| Bridge: |
| x2 |
| Home, home again |
| I like to be here when I can |
| And when I come home cold and tired |
| It's good to warm my bones |
| Beside the fire |
| Far away across the field |
| The tolling of the iron bell |
| Calls the faithful to their knees |
| To hear the softly spoken |
| Magic spells |
