Brians Song (The Hands of Time)

If the hands of time

Were hands that I could hold,

I’d keep them warm and in my hands

They’d not turn c    old.

Hand in hand we’d choose

The moments that should last,

The lovely moments that should have

No future a       nd no past.

The summer from the top of a swing,

The comfort in the sound of a lullaby,

The innocence of leaves in the spring,

But most of all the moment when love first touched me.

All the happy days

Would never learn to fly

Until the hands of time would choose

To wave “Good-bye.”