Here's my transcription from BobGibsonFolk.com:


ABOUT TIME
(Hamilton Camp)
As recorded by Bob Gibson on "Bob Gibson" (1970)

It's nine o'clock, and the timepiece in my pocket ticks the hours away,
And I stop, as the wind-chimes in the distance tinkling seem to play
All the songs I've ever written sung or heard about are running through my mind.
That's the lovely thing about time.

Ten fifteen, and I hear the sound of laughter in the still of night,
All serene, as a loving couple passes by, it seems so right,
But the timepiece in my pocket says the hours of young lovers are soon gone.
That's the saddest thing about time.

[§] Time's a loom on which we weave
The fabric of our destiny,
A sacred loom on which we hang our lives.
Each one wears a new design,
Sew a straight and crooked line,
The garment we will wear eternally.

Twelve o'clock, the halfway point between the old and brand-new day,
And I stop, just to clear my heart and mind of thoughts that I might pray,
And give thanks that I was put upon this wheel to learn the sacred sounds of rhythm, tune, and rhyme,
But most of all to learn about time.

[REPEAT FROM §.]