Lyrics:
Ticking away the momentsThat make up a dull dayFritter and waste the hoursIn an offhand wayKicking around on a piece ofGround in your home townWaiting for someone or somethingTo show you the wayTired of lying in the sunshineStaying home to watch the rainAnd you are young and life is longAnd there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you findTen years have got behind youNo one told you when to runYou missed the starting gunAnd you run, and you runTo catch up with the sunBut it's sinkingRacing around toCome up behind you againThe sun is the same in a relative wayBut you're olderShorter of breath andOne day closer to deathEvery year is getting shorterNever seem to find the timePlans that either come to noughtOr half a page of scribbled linesHanging on in quiet desperationIs the English wayThe time is goneThe song is overThought I'd something more to sayHome, home againI like to be here when I canWhen I come home cold and tiredIt's good to warm my bonesBeside the fireFar away across the fieldThe tolling of the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesTo hear the softly spoken magic spell