^EAcross the morning sky^A2 all the birds are le^Eaving^A2 B^Eut how can they kn^A2ow it's time for them to g^Eo? ^A2 Be^F#mfore the winter's f^G#mire,^A I will still be dr^G#meamin'^A I have no thought of t^Eime CHORUS: For w^Bho knows where the tim^Ae goes? Wh^Eo knows where the t^Aime g^F#moes? ^{A E E A2 E A2} Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah and yet they know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time ... CHORUS And I am not alone, while my love is near And I know it will be so until it's time to go So count the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time CHORUS #2: For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes?