if there were timeoh i would buy you a ribbon of rainand a silver tongued nightingaleto sing out your nameif there were timeoh i would fly you across the roomthen i’d carry you back againthrough the afternoonif there were timewouldn’t we have a timeand wouldn’t we set the stars to dancingwith our heartbeats keeping timeif there were timeoh i would wake you when the snowfall comesthen we’d watch those flakes dissolve againbeneath the winter sunbut time is a messengerthat comes and goes so fastand while thinking up the good timesall our good times have passed