Across the evening 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

For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes?

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 have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes?

Sandy died just a month after I was born (4-21-1978). She was 31.

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stiched with its color.

A gem of a 3 line poem. Fantastic!! For MOM.