Freddie Foxxx AKA Bumpy Knuckles Follow

But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire's, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad deserted shores, your fickle friends are leavin'
But then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leavin'
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come, the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire's, I will still be dreaming