Lyrics
Across the morning sky all the birds are leaving
Symbolizes the passage of time with birds leaving in the morning sky.
How can they know that it's time to go?
Raises the question of how the birds instinctively know when to migrate.
Before the winter fire, well still be dreaming
Expresses a sense of continued dreaming before the warmth of winter fire.
And then I count the time
Indicates the act of counting time, possibly reflecting on its fleeting nature.
Who knows where the time goes?
Ponders the uncertainty and mystery of where time goes.
Who knows where the time goes?
Reiterates the central theme, emphasizing the enigma of time's passage.
Sad deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Describes a desolate shore where unreliable companions are departing.
Ah, but then you know that it's time for them to go
Acknowledges the inevitability of farewells for those fickle friends.
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
Declares a commitment to remain despite others leaving, rejecting the concept of departure.
For I do not count the time
Rejects the act of counting time, suggesting a focus on the present moment.
Who knows where the time goes?
Ponders the mystery of where time goes, reinforcing the theme.
Who knows where the time goes?
Reiterates the uncertainty surrounding the passage of time.
Who knows where the time goes?
Persistently questions the destination of time, emphasizing the unknown.
Who knows where the time goes?
Continues to emphasize the mystery and unpredictability of time.
But I´m not alone as long as my love is near me
States that despite solitude, the presence of love provides companionship.
And I know it will be so till it's time to go
Expresses confidence in the enduring nature of love until the time to part.
All through the winter until the birds again return in spring
Describes a hopeful period until the return of birds in spring, symbolizing renewal.
And I do not fear the time
Rejects fear of time, possibly implying a focus on the positive aspects of the present.
Who knows where the time goes?
Reiterates the uncertainty and mystery surrounding the destination of time.
Who knows where the time goes?
Continues to question where time goes, emphasizing the unknown.
Who knows where my love grows?
Ponders the mystery of where love grows, intertwined with the overarching theme of time.
Who knows where the time goes?
Concludes with a final reflection on the elusive nature of time, echoing earlier sentiments.
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