| Lumiere: |
| 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. |
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| Sinéad: |
| For who knows where the time goes? |
| And who knows where the time goes? |
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| Lumiere: |
| Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving. |
| Ah, but then you they know it’s time for them to go, |
| But I will still be here; I have no thoughts of leaving; |
| I have no fear thoughts of time. |
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| Sinéad: |
| For who knows where the time goes? |
| And who knows where the time goes? |
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| Lumiere: |
| 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 those storms of winter and then come the those birds in spring again |
| They do not count the time |
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| Sinéad: |
| For who knows how my love grows? |
| And who knows where the time goes, |
| Oh, oh, where the time goes? |
