Song of Time - Josh Joffen

    Every now and then it happens
    Without warning when it comes
    Some passing stranger with the scent you used to wear
    And I am lost, I am young again

    Blue denimed angel in the springtime
    Bare legs flashing in the sun
    And from their books, the old and wiser heads would turn
    To watch you run

    I fool myself that I'm retaken
    By your siren song of time
    It is the old dreams reawakened, not forsaken
    I am not free; these chains are mine

    With dark-eyed Ireland in your features
    Soft New England in your speech
    Torn between the Cross and dancing with the Moon
    Both out of reach

    So we explored the new sensations
    Touching Heaven and tasting Hell
    Though you are etched upon my mind
    I cannot say I know you well

    [Repeat Chorus]

    We all are sailors
    Across the gulf of years we sail
    Cold, grey Atlantic rolling in
    Success and failure
    Don't we remember when we fail
    But we go sailing on again

    [Repeat Chorus]

    © 1983 by Josh Joffen


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