His Time

All’s quiet on the water Last night’s fog lifts and reveals a Godly mirror It’s early and my mind’s a wandering As I sit out on this porch watching the sun grow nearer Chorus: Well it’s Springtime In the valley And it’s a cold time Till the sun comes o’er the hills But it’s my time To take if I want it But it’s his time That I borrow from Last night I heard you up and walking And you thought your lover was still in deep in his dreams But I lay there and I heard you softly praying And as you sleep off the morning babe I wonder what this all will mean Chorus I’m thirty years old now and I never saw it coming I never thought that I would live to see this day When I’d sit out on my porch and watch the season’s slowly changing I’m thirteen years old again, I guess that nothing’s changed Chorus All’s quiet on the water