Time Marches On

4 weeks ago by @strumandstress

Liner Notes

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Lyrics

There’s sixty minutes in an hour But when they’re gone they’re gone
A bud becomes a withered flower Because time marches on

And every year the seasons pass The beating of the drum
The reason that all flesh is grass Cannot be overcome

There’s such a thing as entropy A universe disordered
And yet it’s hard to disagree The past can’t be reordered

Time’s winged chariot drawing near The changing of the state
The mills of God grind slow I fear They never change their rate

And since the start of God’s great plan Transcendent and sublime
There’s nothing we can do which can Reverse the march of time

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