Time
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



Ain't the snow falling just a bit deeper these days?
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days?
And the town's really changin' in so many ways
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The young folks, they're growin' exceptionally tall
And the newspaper print, it's becoming quite small
And folks speak so soft, you can hardly hear at all
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The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were
And the gals aren't half as pretty as I remember her
And today... you know... in the park, a young man called me "Sir"
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Yeah... I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress
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So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill
What of it? My life now is really much more fulfilled
But they're tearin' down buildings that I watched 'em build
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