The old man’s growing white again
Time is hastening on
The days are growing shorter now
The nights are growing long
And autumn’s rhythms soon will fade
Into cold winter’s song
But for an instant time stands still,
A moment in the light,
Autumn’s sunshine still holds sway, though
The old man’s growing white.
Time is hastening on
The days are growing shorter now
The nights are growing long
And autumn’s rhythms soon will fade
Into cold winter’s song
But for an instant time stands still,A moment in the light,
Autumn’s sunshine still holds sway, though
The old man’s growing white.
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