Old Man Time lyrics

Old Man Time is a rare old man

For a young man he'll ever remain

With his long grey beard and his clothes are plain

Oh, Old Man Time is his name

As one flower dies, the old man he cries

The young man, he plants the seeds again

With a careful hand he tends the sand

Oh, Old Man Time is his name

This old man has an hourglass

For every soul on the land

Oh, Old Man Time, I have seen mine

It's the one with the fastest sand

No sooner is it turned

Back through the glass it's churned

I'm wishing I could have each hour again

With a careful hand he tends the sand

Oh, Old Man Time is his name

To me, Old Man, your time is rare

Did God not give you all my sand?

Or maybe mine I had to share

Or is there some left in your hand?

They tell me time is gold, well maybe it's been sold

Or was it simply washed away in rain?

With a careful hand he tends the sand

Oh, Old Man Time is his name

If I brought him a sack

Do you think he'd put some back?

I know one day across my path he'll come

But as for now, I can't say how

I know the old man's work is far from done

For Old Man Time has just begun

• Artist:Kate Rusby
• Album:Hourglass