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Winter wind and evening showers,
The turning hands, the passing hours,
Time's slow river rolling onward,
Carries us away.
A lonely victim of circumstance,
In a world of our own making, a world of chance,
One more step in the cosmic dance,
Well, what can you say?
One of these days I'm gonna come to my senses,
And stop wasting time;
I'll be tearing down walls and mending fences,
Happy with the things that can be mine.
When my ship comes in, riding on the water,
I'll be outward bound o'er the earth's cool daughter;
I'll begin again on a tide of change,
I'll be coming around.
In the sweet decay of the afternoon,
In the comfortable strains of a favourite tune,
Rolling along the familiar sound,
My heart's at peace as the world spins 'round.
When my ship comes in, riding on the water,
I'll be outward bound o'er the earth's cool daughter;
I'll begin again on a tide of change,
I'll be coming around.
When my ship comes in,
When my ship comes in.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
