(Emmylou Harris)

Old brown clock ticking on my shelf

Take my mind to someplace else

Little gold clock ticking by my bed

Funny little people dancing 'round my head



Morning brings me things to do

Morning brings me thoughts of you

Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace

Some of which shining on your sweet face



Counting hours making days

Watching time throwing love away

Nothing golden never stays

That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...



Time is always taking me

Places I don't want to be

But when the morning rise the moon

I know a bird day's coming soon



Counting hours making days

Watching time throwing love away

Nothing golden never stays

That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...



Morning brings me things to do

Morning brings me thoughts of you

Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace

Some of which shining on your sweet face