Who knows where the time goes?

"Who knows where the time goes?"—Sandy Denny 1967
Berea O., yesterday 1.57 p.m.

I've heard this sung by the composer (Sandy Denny), and when she was with The Strawbs, and Fairport Convention. I have heard Kate Wolf, Eva Cassidy, and Nanci Griffith sing this. Their time is gone, they have all died. I have also heard Judy Collins, and Kate Rusby sing this, and they are still singing. The song is beautiful, and all those women sang it well. It is a slow, melodic, thoughtful. I can not remember who i heard sing it first. This type of folk music i listened to through most of my time in college. Have always enjoyed this sweet, pensive melancholy.

 

Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving,
But how can they know,
it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire,
I will still be dreaming,
I have no thought of time.

For 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.

For who knows,
where the time goes?
Who knows,
where the time goes?

And I am not alone,
while my love is near me,
I know it will be so,
until it's time to go,
So come the storms of winter,
and then the birds in spring again,
I have no fear of time.

For who knows,
how my love grows?
And who knows,
where the time goes?