« Let The Yuletide 마음 accepts the places you're heading — Hong Kong, Sao Paulo, Peru » Directed by Copyright © 2011, All Rights Reserved © 2011, All Rights Reserved © 2011, All Rights Reserved © 2011, All Rights Reserved © 2011, All Rights Reserved © 2011, All Rights Reserved � Taking away, the moment, that make up a duldy You fritter and waste the hours, in an offhand way Kicking around, on a piece of ground, in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain You are young, your life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you'll find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting goal � � � � And you run, you run To catch up with the sun when it's sinking Racing around, to come up behind you again The sun is the same, in a relative way But you're older � Shorter of breath, but one day closer to death � Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time Paths that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation Is it English way? The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say � Home, home again � I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire � And far away, across the fields The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells �