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My window is a time machine
As different seasons move by
I see the past as it was then
I watch the past again and again.

I see a young lad kicking a ball
Into a sky of brilliant blue
I see him laughing at a bruise
Of black and brown, and other hues.

Young ones never feel the pain
Of cuts and scrapes, and bleeding wounds
They stride through childhood without fear
Not thinking that death could ever be near.

My window is a time machine
As different seasons move by
I see the past as it was then
I watch the past again and again.

There's now a young man outside the glass
Looking dapper in blue vest and slacks
He's crying now by the girl alongside
I'll not marry you; my feelings I can't hide.

She leaves him standing in the summer heat
His arms reaching out to her soul
The tears find their way to his chin, and drop
On that one summer's day, his sweet dreams stop.

My window is a time machine
As different seasons move by
I see the past as it was then
I watch the past again and again.

Now, I see a man of middle age
In the autumn of his years
He has no time for rhymes of love
Of flowers, or candy, or turtle dove.

His is a life of getting things done
Of working all day, and into the night
No memory of the girl, the long haired girl
With teeth as bright as the brightest pearl.

My window is a time machine
As different seasons move by
I see the past as it was then
I watch the past again and again.

It's winter now, with snow covered ground
The flowers long wilted, the candy gone bad
And all the turtle doves have gone south
No Shakespeare sonnets come from his mouth.

I see an old man, a sad old man
With white hair and wrinkled face
Who was once in love with a long haired lass
Who long ago told him, I guess I'll pass.

My window is a time machine
As different seasons move by
I see the past as it was then
I watch the past again and again.

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