when the cold has gone away,
the blades of grass at closing of the day,
Then I found the boy I needed,
as the summer harvest seeded.
We could make the springtime last,
life's a clock that's ticking fast.
In the heat of August sunshine,
underneath a cloudless sky,
love was hot and love was thick,
and love was sweet for you and I.
And our friends had never seen us,
for the time we had between us,
made the summer never go.
Life's a clock that's ticking slow.
But the summer changed our memories,
And the fire died within us,
and the embers ceased to burn.
And the trees are blown to tatters
Colored leaves upon the bough,
Through the window of your eyes
I see the snow, the cold has blown
The indifference in your eyes now,
and your face has turned to stone.
Life without a love to favour,
is a song without a savour.
Like a king without a crown,
lies the clock that's running
