Across the morning sky all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter's fire, I will still be dreamin'
I have no thought of time

R: For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?


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 ...

R:

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

R: For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?