Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these daysAren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these daysAnd the town's really changin' in so many ways time time timeThe young folks they're growin' exceptionally tallAnd the newspaper print it's becomin' quite smallAnd folks speak so softly you can hardly hear at all time time timeThe jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once wereAnd the girls are half as pretty as I remember herAnd today you know in the park a young man called me sir time time timeYeah I'm not quite as anxious for fame or successAnd my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dressAnd I cling a bit longer to each warm caress time time timeSo I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hillWhat of it my life now is really much more fulfilledBut they're tearin' down the building that I watched them buildTime time time time time time
