A Precious Thing

Time rolls by Again Today By and by The old, it waves And I don't know why I come back each time, just a little more grey And it's just a time It passes It dies It slips away Love is just a thing That I'm trying to live without And oh, what a precious thing But it's nothing I care about Now I'm flying Just a little too high Sleep in the morning And sing a song at night And I don't know why The painter, they paint The singer, a saint And time's just a time It passes It dies Just stay and play Love is just a thing That I'm trying to live without And oh, what a precious thing But it's nothing I care about