(originally by Sandy Denny)
Sad, deserted shore
your fickle friends are leaving
but i am not alone
while my love is near
who knows where the time goes?
who knows where the time goes?
sad, deserted streets
your fickle friends are leaving
i still count the time
when my love was here
who knows where the time goes?
who knows where the time goes?
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