Testo di Brian's Song

If the hands of time Were hands that I could hold I'd keep them warm and in my hands They'd not turn cold Hand in hand we choose The moment that should last The lovely moment That should have no future and no past The summer from the top of the swing The comfort in the sound of a lullabye The innocence of leaves in the spring But most of all the moment when love first touch me All the happy days Would never learn to fly Until the hands of time would choose to wave goodbye The summer from the top of the swing The comfort in the sound of a lullabye The innocence of leaves in the spring But most of all the moment when love first touch me All the happy days Would never learn to fly Until the hands of time would choose to wave goodbye