Le temps s'en allait

This morning I played marbles
I chased the girls
And I took my sweet time
I hung my heart
On the thorns of flowers
And I won quite often
Tonight, I push with my cane
The leaves of the sycamores
Under the concrete benches
In the smell of cigars
And the sound of guitars
From my little grandkids

I ran, I ran, I ran
And time was slipping away
I ran, I ran

And all the time I spend
Sitting in the same spot
Just moving my eyes
With my old tunes
My wool scarf
Even when the sky is all blue
Always the voice that gets hazy
The fear of a cold

Or the sound of planes
And in the cold that's creeping in
I'm scared the bells
Will soon sing my name

I ran, I ran, I ran
And time was slipping away
I ran, I ran

You, my child that I love
You who have so much pain
Sit down for a moment
No matter who leaves you
Tell yourself that time flies
And that dust is waiting for you
You see, these arms of misery
Have gone around the world
For a girl from our town
They flipped the tables
And sandy beaches
And packs of wolves
We were so good
We were so far away
That we were almost lost
We were so high
And so beautiful
That we don't recognize ourselves anymore

We ran, we ran, we ran
And time was slipping away

This morning I played marbles
I chased the girls
And I took my sweet time
I hung my heart
On the thorns of flowers
And I won quite often
Tonight, I have no more problems
Everyone loves me
But it's not the same as before
Because there's the end of my cane
The leaves of the sycamores
And it's autumn all the time
You, my child that I love