Old man time is a rare old man,
for a young man he will remain,
with his long grey beard and his clothes are plain,

oh old man time is his name

as one flower dies, the old man he cries,

with the young man planting his seed
with a careful hand he tends to the sand
oh old man time is his name


This old man has an hourglass,
for every soul on the land

oh old man time have you seen mine,
It's the one with the fastest sand


no sooner is it turned back through the glass it's churned,
I'm wishing my hours back again
with a careful hand he tends to the sand,

oh old man time is his name
old man time is his name


with a careful hand he tends to the sand,
oh old man time is his name
old man time is his name

old man time is his name
old man time is his name