Across the bay, winter birds are flying
Beneath a dying sun
Floating on Gulf breezes
Chasing time on the run
How do the birds
Know its time for leaving
How do they know
Its time to go
As you sit beside the fire
Are you still dreaming
Are you still waiting
And still believing
That your bird will fly home
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Are your friends
As sad as you
When time has deserted
All that you held true
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Counting time
Inside of heartbeats
Waiting for love to return
Holding on to a heart ready to burn
Looking through the Cottage window
Birds flying by
If only you could know
Where time goes when it’s gone
You’d fly between the birds
To a time past through
And find a place to cry
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Birds Flying
Birds Flying
~~~ A Wandering Soul Mislaid ~~~
Re: Birds Flying
Interesting piece, based - I assume - on Who Knows Where The Time Goes?
I particularly liked the lines:
"Are you still dreaming
Are you still waiting
And still believing
That your bird will fly home"
Below is the song to which I refer:
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
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?
I particularly liked the lines:
"Are you still dreaming
Are you still waiting
And still believing
That your bird will fly home"
Below is the song to which I refer:
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
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?
Re: Birds Flying
William
I'm aware of the Sandy Denny song
The poem is similar but with a different meaning and not based on "Who knows where the time goes"
The poem is about separation from a loved one
Thanks for the interest
Phil
I'm aware of the Sandy Denny song
The poem is similar but with a different meaning and not based on "Who knows where the time goes"
The poem is about separation from a loved one
Thanks for the interest
Phil
~~~ A Wandering Soul Mislaid ~~~