Rolled Around My Time

1.

Rolled around my time

No rhythm nor no rhyme

Rolled around my time

It’s good to have you near

 

Eight

Now and then when I drift away

I look back at those happy days

The marvel of the golden skies

The magic in your ways

 

Chorus

Spread your silken wings

Mother earth won’t move our tide

There’s nowhere else that we can hide

 

Repeat

 

© Sean P. Ransom 17/4/2020.