In 1969, I was making an album calledWho Knows Where the Time Goes.There was a group called Fairport Conventionsinging in those days, still singing,singing beautifully.But in those days, there was a singer named Sandy Dennywho was a member of that groupwith a voice like gold and silverand a great, great sense of songwriting.I remember hearing this song.I was, I think it's at the Chateau Marmont,it must have been.And my producer put it on the tape machineand played it, said,this is a song.This is a song I think you ought to sing.Oh, yes.Here's to Sandy, wherever you are.Here's to Sandy, wherever you are.Across the morning skyAcross the morning skyAcross the morning skyAll the birds are leavingAh, how can they knowIt's time for them to goBefore the winter fallsBefore the winter fallsBefore the winter fallsI will still be dreamingI do not count the timeWho knows where the time goesWho knows where the time goesWho knows where the time goesWho knows where the time goesSad deserted shoreSad deserted shoreYour fickle friends are leavingAh, but then you knowIt's time for them to goBut I will still be hereI have no sign of leavingI do not count the timeWho knows where the time goesWho knows where the timeGoesWho knows where the timeGoesWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knowsWho knows¶¶¶ Where the time goes¶ Who knows where the time goes¶¶¶ And I am not alone¶¶¶ While my love is near me¶ And I know it will be so¶ Till it's time to go¶¶¶ So come the storm¶ Comes the winter¶ And then the birds in spring again¶¶¶ I do not count the time¶¶¶ Who knows how my love grows¶ Who knows where the time goes¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶You're a wonderful audience. Thank you.God bless you all.