Lyrics

Time Becomes Precious – Mark Bishop Evans – 202311
The mist in the morning hides all but the tallest of trees.
While the whisp of a warning comes drifting along on a breeze
And although I feel it, I can’t find the will to respond.
For time becomes precious when you find more than half of it gone.
We cling so ferocious to things we can see with our eyes.
So blindly precocious while the unseen might spring a surprise.
Caught up in fancies of which we’re exceedingly fond.
While time becomes precious when you find more than half of it gone.
The wind in the willows ring tears from my eyes
And sulking in shadows is not very wise.
When you sift through your memories you’ll surely
find all kinds of lies.
Lost to the lessons, we remain so incredibly blind.
Still only seeing the things we expected to find.
It’s probably time to accept what was true all along.
That time becomes precious when you find more than half of it gone.
Probably time to accept what was true all along.
That time becomes precious when you find more than half of it gone.
That time becomes precious when you find almost all of it gone.