Across the purple sky all the birds are leaving
 How can they know it's time for them to go
 Before the winter fire we'll still be dreaming
 I have no thought of time.

 But who knows where the time goes
 Who knows where the time goes.

 Sad deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
 Ah but then you 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.

 But who knows where the time goes
 Who knows where the time goes.

 And I'm not alone, while my love is near me
 I know it will be so until it's time to go
 [bad word] the storms of winter, and then the birds in spring again
 I do not fear the time.

 But who knows how my love grows
 Who knows where the time goes.