Across the evening sky,all the birds are leaving

Oh but then you know, it was time for them to go

By the winter fire, I will still be dreaming

I do not count the time

for who knows where the time goes?

Who knows where the time goes?

Sad,deserted shore

your fickle friends are leaving

oh, but then you know it was time for them to go

But I will still be here

I have no thought of leaving

I do not count the time

for who knows where the time goes?

I know I'm not alone

while my love is near me

I know that its so until its time to go

All the storms in Winter and the birds in Spring again

I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?

who knows where the time goes?

who knows where the time goes?

Who Knows Where the Time Goes

Jim Plesh

acrylic on canvas   18” x 24”