Doesn't take much time to pass by me Minutes into days, turn into months Turn into years, they hurry by me But still I love to see the sun go down And the world go around
Dreams full of promises Hopes for the future, I've had many Dreams I can't remember now Hopes that I've forgotten, faded memories But still I love to see the sun go down And the world go around
And I love to see the morning as it steals across the sky I love to remember and I love to wonder why And I hope that I'm around so I can be there when I die When I'm gone
I hope that you will think of me In moments when you're happy and you're smiling That the thought will comfort you On cold and cloudy days if you are crying And that you'll love to see the sun go down And the world go around And around and around
You don't have to be pitiful about me There's no need to be merciful to spare me You don't have to be pitiful about me Cause I have got a pocket full of treasury
You don't have to worry You don't have to cry There will be another time You don't have to worry This is not goodbye You don't have to worry, I'll be fine
I never meant to live a lie - no I I still believe in honesty and I tried To tell you about a year ago - honestly And now I have deceitful writt en all over me
You don't have to worry You don't have to cry There will be another time You don't have to worry This is not goodbye You don't have to worry, I'll be fine
Eli, the barrow boy Of the old town Sells coal and marigolds And he cries out All down the day
Below the tamaracks He is crying: “Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying” All down the day
“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe Made of gold and silk Arabian thread But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove And I must push my barrow all the day And I must push my barrow all the day”
Eli, the barrow boy When they found him Dressed all in corduroy He had drowned in The river down the way
They laid his body down in a church yard But still when the moon is out With his push cart He calls down the day
“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown Made of gold and silk Arabian thread But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground And still I push my barrow all the day Still I push my barrow all the day”