Once upon a time, there was a boy full of strife Living in troubled times, I fought with a knife Guilty of killing time but I committed no crime I went on and had the time of my life, in my prime
In my youth I had time on my hands and time on my side Time is of the essence but not in adolescence I bade my time but I must confide There’s no time like the present for doing something pleasant
Come wartime, I had hard times A time for action, a time to kill In peacetime I had good times A time to love, a time to heal
I had no time in middle age A time when children came onto the stage In the summertime I took them to the park I read them bedtime stories, as the evening grew dark
As time goes by, I sit and think Of times when the lake was a skating rink In wintertime we played with snow We came home. In the nick of time, the fire was aglow
And now I’m old, the sands of time are running out Living on borrowed time, I am left in no doubt I pass the time growing frail and weaker There’s no more time to be a pleasure seeker
And now the time is near and I face the final showdown Time and tide wait for no man and I begin to slow down Just in time, sickle in hand, the deathly timekeeper Old Father Time cometh as the grim reaper
