i know there’s a man who can sell time
i can take it away and say that it’s mine
he smiles from a distance and lives in a tree
holding out a welcome hand just for you and me
money is chocolate wrapped in a silver cloud
everybody would but no one is allowed
there’s no tomorrow only today
when it rains it rains lemonade
so come with me and meet a man
whose job it is it’s selling all this time
before he spreads his wings
and starts to flying ’round the sky
people are shadows trapped in a golden well
and only children’s eyes can break the spell
they live in a land where the clocks grow on trees
and words sound just like a cool summer breeze
i know that this man who does sell time
is someone who’s lying deep in my mind
it’s all sad to think that there is such a man
when you’re lonely you can join me in his hand
come with me and meet a man
whose job it is it’s selling all this time
before he spreads his wings
and starts to flying ’round the sky
Artist: The Spencer Davis Group
Year: 1967
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 92