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Alan Bergman - Brians Song The Hands Of Time Lyrics

If the hands of time
Were hands that I could hold
I'd keep them warm
And in my hands, they'd not turn cold
Hand in hand we choose
The moments that should last
The lovely moments that should have
No future and no past

The summer from the top of a swing
The comfort in the sound of a lullaby
The innocence of bees in the spring
But most of all the moment when love first touched me

All the happy days
Would never learned to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose to wave goodbye

The summer from the top of a swing
The comfort in the sound of a lullaby
The innocence of bees in the spring
But most of all the moment when love first touched me

All the happy days
Would never learned to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose to wave goodbye