Father Time - John Martyn
    I saw you, yesterday,

    Walking down my line.
    I says: I know you - just get away,
    Your name is Father Time.

    Time I hate, the time I love,
    Time I spent all over;
    Time I wasted, the time I spent,
    Time I've got to run away.

    I saw you, yesterday,
    Running down my track.
    I saw you just yesterday,
    I could feel you at my back.

    With that long black coat ant that sharp scythe,
    For cutting them all down;
    Your long black coat, a skull and a scythe,
    Cutting them all through town.

    I saw you, just yesterday,
    You don't frighten me.
    I see you every day,
    You still don't frighten me.

    One day I'll go,
    And you'll have no choice but to come with me.
    The next day I'll come;
    The very next day I'll have to go,
    I tell you, see.

    You're no herb from my garden,
    You're no rosemary.
    And you are no sage,
    You know your name,
    I call you Father Time.

    I saw you yesterday,
    I can still see you now;
    You're living in my face, and in my breakfast,
    I can see you now.

    You're just the time I wasted, the time I spent,
    You're the - time I'm left to run with.
    - What time is this?
    Even I make up time - I do, I'm the time.
    You can call yourself daddy,
    But you're no father of mine.

    Yes I saw you yesterday,
    You didn't frighten me at all.
    I saw you just yesterday,
    You didn't frighten me at all.

    With that long cloak and that silly little skull,
    The stupid scythe and all your jive;
    I never could see you, I can't see you now,
    Not as long as I'm alive.

    One day, I'll go,
    The very next day you'll come;
    One day you'll come,
    The very next time I'll go.

    I know a friend of mine, a friend of mine was watching,
    Told me the time by the clock.
    I saw him last night, down by the graveyard,
    Holding on to a rock.

    I said: I saw you yesterday,
    I saw you, Father Time.
    I said: go away, go away, go away, go away, go away,
    I know you're Father Time - run it down now.

    I said: every minute, every second, every day of my life,
    I meet you in the mirror.
    Every time - look at each wrinkle,
    I know I've got a sheriff coming.

    Sure I saw you, sure as time;
    Sure as clock, sure is fine.
    I know that mother's no father,
    'Cause they call you Father Time.

    Coming through the door
    With a black cloak
    And a nasty sharp instrument.
    That nasty sharp instrument,
    That nasty sharp instrument.
    I won't go 'till I'm ready and you can't catch me,
    I won't go 'till I'm ready.


    Marco Giunco
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