All time has passed and love has gone,
just memories to think upon.
The years have flown, with life complete,
and all that's left - to weep, to weep.
With no-one there to love or care,
no hand to hold nor dreams to share,
all time flies fast, but moves so slow -
there's nowhere fixed, no place to go.
The clock, the clock, yet counting time,
to hear it tick, to hear it chime -
still moving on, still moving on,
but love has gone, yes love has gone.
With no-one there to touch or hold -
the sun is dim, all days wax cold,
as night-time's gloom yields not to sleep
and all that's left, to weep, to weep.
For eyes tight closed keep out the light -
Another night, another night.
All time flies fast, but moves so slow -
there's nowhere fixed, no place to go.
The heart beats weak, the heart beats weak,
For all is lost, no words to speak -
just memories to think upon,
as love has gone, yes love has gone.
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