How did time
move fast and slow
since I away from you did go?

The willow sings my lonesome song
of sadness when the days grow long.
A shadow comes across my heart
to think from me you had to part.

On other days
the time flies past
and it seems like minutes
since I saw you last

and heard your laughter cheer the air
and ran my fingers through your hair,
held you through the darkest night
and woke with you to morning light.

Yes, sometimes days
crawl by so slow,
sometimes I don't
know where they go

But I know this one thing is true -
I'd wished to spend my life with you
so that to me time would have died,
I'd be forever at your side.