Fairport Convention

^E Across the morning sky ^A2 all the birds are le ^E aving ^A2
B ^E ut how can they kn ^A2 ow it's time for them to g ^E o? ^A2
Be ^F#m fore the winter's f ^G#m ire, ^A I will still be dr ^G#m eamin' ^A
I have no thought of t ^E ime
CHORUS:
For w ^B ho knows where the tim ^A e goes?
Wh ^E o knows where the t ^A ime g ^F#m oes? ^{A E E A2 E A2}
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah and yet they know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time ...CHORUS
And I am not alone, while my love is near
And I know it will be so until it's time to go
So count the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
CHORUS #2:
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
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(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)