(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

    The moon is low on the southland
    The frogs are asleep on the lake
    Did you know that tears run in rivulets
    And hearts can repeatedly break?
    And this may well be the last time
    If my spirits don't pick up and fly
    For though it's sad
    It may well be true
    That our time is passing us by

    Occasionally you have called for me
    I've always tried to be there
    But it seemed whenever my train pulled in
    You never did really care
    And the only thing I could decipher
    From the corner of your roving eye
    Was that you and I
    Were the first ones to know
    That our time was passing us by

    Well, it was fun for the first few years
    playing Legend In Our Time
    And there were those who discussed the fact
    That we drifted apart in our prime
    And we haven't got too much in common
    Except that we're so much alike
    And I hate it for though
    You're a big part of me
    But our time is passing us by

    So I can sit here in my silver chair
    You can stay there on your gold
    You can say you've got commitments
    And I can say I'm growing old
    And I can get up and make comments
    On the color of the evening sky
    But our ships have come home
    And the night's rolling in
    And our time is passing us by

    But cast us adrift
    And cross a few stars
    And I'm good for one more try

    © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

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