Time To Go Away
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye.
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.
The river flows the autumn grows the leaves start to die.
The smile leaves my face as the sun leaves the sky.
I look at the horizon, the darkness is due.
No sun in the sky just cold morning new.
The cold up on the withered heath, the wind is an icy breath.
The leaves fall to wreath, the darkness is left.
I look at the sky a mirror of my past.
The sun comes out but never seems to last.
I withered away my prospects, my future and my gold.
Drunk away my sorrows and the days of old.
I sleep every night on a sheet of thorns, I can never sleep.
I hope someday time will say it's time to go away.
Deep in the chasm lies eternal gold,
The sun shines bright where the day was once old
Down in the depths, days gone by
I know it is time for me to die
Death swoops down like a eagle on its prey
It picks me up and takes me on my way
I know it’s time for me to go
My life’s been lived and now it’s time to go away
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye.
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.
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