January, February, March The days are marching forward April, May, June and July They fly like a hummingbird
August, September, October The year is almost over November, December arrive Now the year is gone
Time is illusion Time is a curse Time is all these things and worse But our time is now Our time is now Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is a mockingbird The embers of what we were But years are still burning in my veins And my time is now My time is now Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is illusion Time is a curse Time is all these things and worse But our time is now Our time is now Let us sing before our time runs out