Yesterday morning I woke up quite early Drawn tight through my dreams like a fish on the line Through the wide open window I could see them quite clearly Coming over the mountains, the signs of the times Do you remember the dancing days, darling When hope was a nickel and dreams were a dime? Now they're slipping like sand through the hands of the dancer The fiddler's last tune is the signs of the times By the gates of the city the old men are sleeping Their shopping cart dreams filled with roses and wine They can smell trouble coming for a mile and a quarter The cop on the corner, the signs of the times Do you remember the dancing days, darling When hope was a nickel and dreams were a dime? Now they're slipping like sand through the hands of the dancer The fiddler's last tune is the signs of the times The hands on the table, the hands on the plow The hands joined together, now reaching for mine The hand on the button, the hands making music The one speaking silently, signs of the times Do you remember the dancing days, darling When hope was a nickel and dreams were a dime? Now they're slipping like sand through the hands of the dancer The fiddler's last tune is the signs of the times Come all of you sleepers so restlessly dreaming Looking for things that you don't want to find The answers are there if you ask the right questions Just pay close attention to the signs of the times Do you remember the dancing days, darling When hope was a nickel and dreams were a dime? Now they're slipping like sand through the hands of the dancer The fiddler's last tune is the signs of the times *