• The sands of time are shifting,
    The clock; you've heard it's chime,

    The sands of spring are sifting,
    Through the hourglass of time.

    These memories are melting,
    Beneath our weary feet,

    Our lives are slowly changing,
    And our time is bittersweet.

    Our lives on Earth are fading,
    Age burdens heavy hearts,

    We do not have much longer,
    Before such sweet time departs.