It’s been a soggy November ever since I remember
Even in the summers mad heat,
And these metronome johns make the time ramble on
And provide me with something to eat.

But you won’t age a day, least that's what they say,
If you don’t look your face in the mirror.
And in springtime there's plum, but spring ain’t where I'm from,
And there's no way to get there from here

Time, it ain’t time that I'll miss when I'm gone
Because time's the one lover I had who did me all wrong
Never saw light of morning that didn’t fade into evening in
Time, like a man who won’t make up his mind
Was to carry me through all my days
But instead he just spins life away

Working girls are like clocks, but it beats darning socks
And the hours they suit me just fine
When I ain't making hay I don’t keep track of the days
I just keep vinegar out of my wine

Time, it ain’t time that I'll miss when I'm gone
Because time's the one lover I had who did me all wrong
Never saw light of morning that didn’t fade into evening in
Time, like a man who won’t make up his mind
Was to carry me through all my days
But instead he just spins life away

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Music by Peter Gaffney, lyrics by Brian Grace-Duff and Peter Gaffney

Sarah Schol: Vocals
Peter Gaffney: Guitar
Sarah Larsen: Violin
Rachel Icenogle: Cello

Copyright 2013. All rights reserved.


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