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 cloak and 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, say.
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, 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 Cos they call him 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
