Fairport Convention - Who knows where the times goes?

Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving

But how can they know it's time for them to go?

Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming

I have no thought of time.

  For who knows where the time goes?

  Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving

Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go

But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving 
I do not count the time.

And I am not alone while my love is near me

I know it will be so until it's time to go

So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I do not fear the time.

  Sandy Denny, a tímida trágica que o tempo traiu.