Monday, March 20, 2006

A Song to Celebrate the First Day of Spring

Nineteenth Time

words and music by Tony Provencher

Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.

And when my painted pony loped
Toward the green season of hope
For the nineteenth time for me
I saw you riding next to me.

Yes, Time was turning long before,
And so she will forever more,
days, and weeks, and months, and years,
Measuring our smiles and tears.

Ah, Time...
The carousel on which we ride,
The wheel of chance that rules our lives...
'Round and 'round she goes,
Where she stops, nobody knows,
And even after we are gone
The carousel will still roll on.

And, one day, in a magic dream,
We left our ponies for the green.
We left them going 'round and 'round
To walk the moist and grassy ground.

And, hand in hand, 'neath shady pines,
We followed in the Steps of Time,
Up a hill, and to the top,
And 'neath the tallest tree they stopped.

And, here, all alone, at the top of the hill,
You and I, we discovered where Time had stood still.
And here, where our lives were unbound,
And the world lay beneath us, unmeasured,
I kissed you... forever.