Brian's Song (The Hands of Time)

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