Time, time, time   See what's become of me...      Time, time, time   See what's become of me   While I looked around   For my possibilities   I was so hard to please      Look around   Leaves are brown   And the sky   Is a Hazy Shade of Winter      Hear the Salvation Army Band   Down by the riverside   It's bound to be a better ride   Than what you've got planned   Carry a cup in your hand      Look around   Leaves are brown   And the sky   Is a Hazy Shade of Winter      Hang onto your hopes my friend   That's an easy thing to say   But if your hopes should pass away   Simply pretend   That you can build them again      Look around   Grass is high   Fields are ripe   It's the springtime of my life      Seasons change with their scenery   Weaving time in a tapestry   Won't you stop and remember me      Look around   Leaves are brown   And the sky   Is a Hazy Shade of Winter      Look around   Leaves are brown   There's a patch of snow on the ground   Look around   Leaves are brown   There's a patch of snow on the ground   Look around   Leaves are brown   There's a patch of snow on the ground