Brian's Song (The Hands Of Time)

If the hands of time
Were hands that I could hold
I'd keep them warm

And in my hand
They 'd not turn cold

Hand in hand
We'd choose
The moments that should last

The lovely moments
That should have no future
And no past

The summer
From the top of a swing
The comfort
In the sound of lullaby

The innocense
Of leaves in spring
But most of all
The moment when love first touched me.

All the happy days
Would never learn to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose the wave goodbye