Here is "Old Man Time" by Kate Rusby.


Old Man Time is a rare old man
Though a young man he'll ever remain
With his long grey beard
And his clothes are plain
Oh, Old Man Time is his name

As one flower dies, the Old Man he cries
The young man he plants the seeds again
With a careful hand, he turns the sand
Oh Old Man Time is his name

This Old Man has an hourglass
For every soul on the land
Oh Old Man Time, I have seen mine
It's the one with the fastest sand

No sooner is it turned
Back through the glass it's churned
I'm wishing I could have each hour again
With a careful hand, he turns the sand
Oh, Old Man Time is his name

To me, Old Man, your time is rare
Did God not give you all my sand?
Or maybe mine I had to share?
Is there some left in your hand?

They tell me time is gold
Or maybe it's been sold
Or was it simply washed away in vain?
With a careful hand, he turns the sand
Oh, Old Man Time is his name

If I brought him a sack
Do you think he'd put some back?
I know one day across my path he'll come
But as for now
I can't say how
I know the Old Man's work is far from done
For Old Man Time has just begun...