A Hazy Shade of Winter Akordy
Simon
AmTime, Time, Time, see what's Gbecome of me,
While I Dmlook around, for my possiCblities,
I was so Ghard to please,
But look Amaround, leaves are Gbrown,
And the Fsky is a Ehazy shade of Amwinter.
We're a salvation army Gband.
FDown by the riverside there's got to be a better ride
than Cwhat you've got planned.
Carry your Gcup in your hand,
And look Amaround ya, leaves are Gbrown now, and the Fsky,
Is a Ehazy shade of Amwinter.
Hang onto to your hopes my friends,
That's to mean a bit to say that if your hopes should pass away
then simply pretend
That you can build them again !
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
It's the spring time of my life......
FSeasons change with the Cscenery,
We're entwined in a Gtapestry
Won't you stop and reAmmemEmber Amme,
G at any convenient time,
FFunny while my memory sleeps we'll open noble manuscripts
of Cunpublished rhyme,
Drinking my GVodka and lime,
I look Amaround, leaves are Gbrown now, and the Fsky,
is a Ehazy shade of Amwinter
Look aGround, leaves are Fbrown, there's a Epatch of snow on the Amground,
Look aGround, leaves are Fbrown, there's a Epatch of snow on the Amground,
Look aGround, leaves are Fbrown, there's a Epatch of snow on the Amground.
Time, Time, Time, see what's become of me,
While I look around, for my possiblities,
I was so hard to please,
But look around, leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
We're a salvation army band.
Down by the riverside there's got to be a better ride
than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand,
And look around ya, leaves are brown now, and the sky,
Is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang onto to your hopes my friends,
That's to mean a bit to say that if your hopes should pass away
then simply pretend
That you can build them again !
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
It's the spring time of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery,
We're entwined in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me,
at any convenient time,
Funny while my memory sleeps we'll open noble manuscripts
of unpublished rhyme,
Drinking my Vodka and lime,
I look around, leaves are brown now, 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.