| Song | Time Is Passing Us By |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Gulf Winds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
| The moon is low on the southland | |
| The frogs are asleep on the lake | |
| Did you know that tears run in rivulets | |
| And hearts can repeatedly break? | |
| And this may well be the last time | |
| If my spirits don't pick up and fly | |
| For though it's sad | |
| It may well be true | |
| That our time is passing us by | |
| Occasionally you have called for me | |
| I've always tried to be there | |
| But it seemed whenever my train pulled in | |
| You never did really care | |
| And the only thing I could decipher | |
| From the corner of your roving eye | |
| Was that you and I | |
| Were the first ones to know | |
| That our time was passing us by | |
| Well, it was fun for the first few years | |
| playing Legend In Our Time | |
| And there were those who discussed the fact | |
| That we drifted apart in our prime | |
| And we haven't got too much in common | |
| Except that we're so much alike | |
| And I hate it for though | |
| You're a big part of me | |
| But our time is passing us by | |
| So I can sit here in my silver chair | |
| You can stay there on your gold | |
| You can say you've got commitments | |
| And I can say I'm growing old | |
| And I can get up and make comments | |
| On the color of the evening sky | |
| But our ships have come home | |
| And the night's rolling in | |
| And our time is passing us by | |
| But cast us adrift | |
| And cross a few stars | |
| And I'm good for one more try | |
| © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| The moon is low on the southland | |
| The frogs are asleep on the lake | |
| Did you know that tears run in rivulets | |
| And hearts can repeatedly break? | |
| And this may well be the last time | |
| If my spirits don' t pick up and fly | |
| For though it' s sad | |
| It may well be true | |
| That our time is passing us by | |
| Occasionally you have called for me | |
| I' ve always tried to be there | |
| But it seemed whenever my train pulled in | |
| You never did really care | |
| And the only thing I could decipher | |
| From the corner of your roving eye | |
| Was that you and I | |
| Were the first ones to know | |
| That our time was passing us by | |
| Well, it was fun for the first few years | |
| playing Legend In Our Time | |
| And there were those who discussed the fact | |
| That we drifted apart in our prime | |
| And we haven' t got too much in common | |
| Except that we' re so much alike | |
| And I hate it for though | |
| You' re a big part of me | |
| But our time is passing us by | |
| So I can sit here in my silver chair | |
| You can stay there on your gold | |
| You can say you' ve got commitments | |
| And I can say I' m growing old | |
| And I can get up and make comments | |
| On the color of the evening sky | |
| But our ships have come home | |
| And the night' s rolling in | |
| And our time is passing us by | |
| But cast us adrift | |
| And cross a few stars | |
| And I' m good for one more try | |
| 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music ASCAP |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| The moon is low on the southland | |
| The frogs are asleep on the lake | |
| Did you know that tears run in rivulets | |
| And hearts can repeatedly break? | |
| And this may well be the last time | |
| If my spirits don' t pick up and fly | |
| For though it' s sad | |
| It may well be true | |
| That our time is passing us by | |
| Occasionally you have called for me | |
| I' ve always tried to be there | |
| But it seemed whenever my train pulled in | |
| You never did really care | |
| And the only thing I could decipher | |
| From the corner of your roving eye | |
| Was that you and I | |
| Were the first ones to know | |
| That our time was passing us by | |
| Well, it was fun for the first few years | |
| playing Legend In Our Time | |
| And there were those who discussed the fact | |
| That we drifted apart in our prime | |
| And we haven' t got too much in common | |
| Except that we' re so much alike | |
| And I hate it for though | |
| You' re a big part of me | |
| But our time is passing us by | |
| So I can sit here in my silver chair | |
| You can stay there on your gold | |
| You can say you' ve got commitments | |
| And I can say I' m growing old | |
| And I can get up and make comments | |
| On the color of the evening sky | |
| But our ships have come home | |
| And the night' s rolling in | |
| And our time is passing us by | |
| But cast us adrift | |
| And cross a few stars | |
| And I' m good for one more try | |
| 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music ASCAP |