The music stopped in my hand, my hand, my hand,
Sadly smiled the band, the band, the band
Softly echoes your laughter riddled with tears.
When time is stolen it flies, it flies, it flies,
Lovers leave in disguise, disguise, disguise,
Waeryness hangs like a curtain heavy and old, heavy and cold.
Its said to never look back, look back, look back
To shadows you left on the track, the track, the track
Gather your roses and run the long way around.
And if time should ever be right, my love, my love
But now theres only just sorrow, Parting is near,
Parting is here, parting is here, parting is here.
Joan Baez
Copyright 1971 by Chandos Music
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