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The Tune of Time

I hear a tune that's playing,
A fine and soulful lilt,
It covers me in comfort
Like a soft and cherished quilt.

I hear it in the morning
And at the end of day,
A rhythm gently rolling,
That carries me away.

I hear it in the mountains
And along the willowed brook,
The tune of time is playing,
Oh, I cannot overlook…

So beautifully beguiling,
With captivating charms
The tune of time is swaying
With me ever in its arms…

I'll dance into the night then,
And rise again in morn,
Dancing to its rhythm,
I've heard since I was born…

By Sharon Frye