Time, time, time 
See what's become of me... 

Time, time, time 
See what's become of me 
While I looked around for my possibilities... 
I was so hard to please 

Look around 
Leaves are brown and the sky 
Is a Hazy Shade of Winter 

Hear the Salvation Army Band 
Down by the riverside 
It's bound to be a better ride 
Than what you've got planned 
Carry a gun in your hand 

Look around 
Leaves are brown and the sky 
Is a Hazy Shade of Winter 

Hang onto your hopes my friend 
That's an easy thing to say 
But if your hopes should pass away 
Simply pretend, that you can build them again 

Look around grass is high fields are ripe 
It's the springtime of my life 
Seasons change with their scenery 
Weaving time in a tapestry 
Won't you stop and remember me 

Look around 
Leaves are brown and the sky 
Is a Hazy Shade of Winter 

Look around leaves are brown 
There's a patch of snow on the ground 
Look around leaves are brown 
There's a patch of snow on the ground 
Look around leaves are brown 
There's a patch of snow on the ground