Rick Miller - The Hands of Time
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I want to live a million years,
But time’s not on my side.
With coins of gold and potions bold,
I’ll stop the hands of time.
Free me from this icy grave,
From dust to dust, my soul to save,
The clock it tortures me.

The leaves in the trees,
Are playing softly in the breeze.
A calling dove is a reminder from above.
I feel the night will soon begin to fall,
The knowing voice of winter’s icy call.

One day they’ll awaken me,
From my eternal sleep,
Life brought back from the dead.
So take what is my to the ends of all time,
Wait for a chance to be free.

The yellow sun has risen quickly from the sea,
My mind drifts back, a subtle promise made to me.
I’m losing ground to the rising tide.
I can’t let go of this feeling inside.

Soon you will follow me into eternity,
Wake in my arms once again.
So take what is mine to the ends of all time,
Wait for a chance to be free.