Time, time, time, see what's become of me. 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. The ground, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter in this salvation army clan. Down by Riverside is bound to be a better ride than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand. The ground, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hang on to 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, the grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with their scenery, leaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me? The ground, 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. © 2012 University of Georgia College of Agricultural and Environmental Sciences UGA Extension Office of Communications and Creative Services