Woman, don't worry, you'll soon be back home
It really doesn't matter where the hours have gone
I'll be your time, I'll be your time
Don't you look backwards now, I'll be your time
Don't look at that clock, it's got nothing to say
My life is like your life, it will soon fade away
But I'll be your time, I'll be your time
Love is no memory, child, I'll be your time
Now the numbers may go
But the meanings, they stay
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And love seems to pass
Like sand through a glass
But it really isn't that way at all
No, if joy was a garden, then eyes would be flowers
But eyes like yours can't shine
If they're still counting the hours
I'll be your time, I'll be your time
Future is holy, child, I'll be your time
Now the numbers may go
But the meanings, they stay
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And love seems to pass
Like sand through a glass
But it really isn't that way at all
No, if joy was a garden, then eyes would be flowers
But eyes like yours can't shine
If they're still counting the hours
I'll be your time, I'll be your time
Future is holy, child, I'll be your time
I’ll Be Your Time was written by Tim Moore.
I’ll Be Your Time was produced by Nick Jameson.