A Precious Thing

Time rolls by
Again
Today
By and by
The old, it waves
And I don't know why
I come back each time, just a little more grey
And it's just a time
It passes
It dies
It slips away
Love is just a thing
That I'm trying to live without
And oh, what a precious thing
But it's nothing I care about
Now I'm flying
Just a little too high
Sleep in the morning
And sing a song at night
And I don't know why
The painter, they paint
The singer, a saint
And time's just a time
It passes
It dies
Just stay and play
Love is just a thing
That I'm trying to live without
And oh, what a precious thing
But it's nothing I care about



Credits
Writer(s): Grace Cummings
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