In the Wind of Time
Stop and turn around and wonder where we’ve been
And we will find that wondrous time we once knew long ago
Where the golden years
Are young again and no one cares
Where the stories end.
It’s waiting there
As young as when we too were young with all of life to share
Oh how I wish I could touch you now, my dear,
If only in the wind of time.
But some steal back again to live and haunt the lonely hearts
Where some can rest in peaceful sleep perhaps to fade and die
That cry the same as I
And just as silently steal away to come again another day
Till all the tears are cried.
(Recitation by Calin Coburn)
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America