It's been said that to live is to sorrownIt's been said that there's no room for tomorrownSo men stand there and stare at the twighlightnAnd they work out each day as it seems rightnnOh I knew you would comenSo I say Hallelujah my lovenAnd I think nownAll this time has been nOn this roadnnAnd what about nAll the September moonsnAnd what aboutnAll the flowers in JunenAnd what aboutnAll the times that I sit here and wondernAnd I could be wrongnFor believing this waynAnd I could be wrongnEvery hour of each daynTil I think aboutnEvery moment that I can remembernnAnd they say that to silence is worth goldnAnd they say every young man must grow oldnSo we work and we reason our timesnStill it's quiet all around here at nightnnOh I knew this would be and I saynThere is so much to seenAnd I think nownAll this time has been passing bynnAnd what aboutnAll the mountains in springnAnd what aobutnAll the choirs that singnAnd what aboutnEvery mother that holds a new childnnAnd I think about nAll the times as a childnWhen I couldn't keepnFrom laughing out loudnAnd to catch myselfnI would go out and stay there a whilennAll this could have passed me bynStanding lonely all this whilennAnd what aboutnEvery wide open fieldnAnd what aboutnAll the wind that we feelnAnd what aboutnEvery holiday song in a small townnnAnd what about nEvery child that sleepsnAnd what aboutnEvery quiet blue seanAnd what aboutnEvery man that we take up to lay downnnAnd what aboutnAll the September moonsnAnd what aboutnAll the flowers in JunenAnd what aboutnEvery moment that I can remembernnAnd I could be wrongnFor believing this waynAnd I could be wrong nEvery hour of each daynAnd I think aboutnAll the times that I sit here and wondernAll the times that I sit here and wonder