Dear Aunt Alice,
Why should I marry him?
My heart's young; I keep it free.
Oh, Aunt Alice,
There's always time enough;
Then she smiled, and took my hand,
And she said to me:
When I was just a young thing,
I can recall,
I dreamt of seeing Paris in fall,
And London in the springtime;
Oh, I'd see it all;
I'd see it all someday.
For I had,
Plenty of time,
Plenty of time;
Why should I worry?
Yes, I had,
Plenty of time,
Plenty of time;
What was the hurry?
When I was still a young thing,
Love was for fun,
Kisses and laughter, then it was done.
Yes, when the game was over,
Swiftly I'd run;
Oh, how I'd run away.
For I had,
Plenty of time,
Plenty of time;
Why should I worry?
Yes, I had,
Plenty of time,
Plenty of time;
What was the hurry?
But a world that's right can soon go wrong;
And I guess I waited much too long;
For I've never been to Paris,
Or to London in the spring;
And that love that I, I intended to choose,
The years just refused to bring.
And now it suddenly seems
That I've run out of dreams
I can hold on to.
Once I had,
Plenty of time,
Oh, plenty of time;
Where has it gone to?
Dear Aunt Alice,
I think I'll marry him,
All too soon, it's all too late.
Yes, Aunt Alice,
There's never time enough.
Let me hold my love today,
And let tomorrow wait.