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EAcross the morning skyA2 all the birds are leEavingA2 BEut how can they knA2ow it's time for them to gEo A2 BeF#mfore the winter's fG#mire,A I will still be drG#meamin'A I have no thought of tEime
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For wBho knows where the timAe goes WhEo knows where the tAime gF#moes A E E A2 E A2
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah and yet they 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 ... CHORUS And I am not alone, while my love is near And I know it will be so until it's time to go So count the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time CHORUS #2: For who knows how my love grows And who knows where the time goes