Maggie Holland: Time to Kill
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To the lady by her window sill
Time is very nearly still,
She's got time, time to kill.
Her lover left only yesterday,
Said he'd be back some day in spring,
But spring's so far away.
And it's so long,
So long, just till tomorrow.
Time is the maker,
The bringer and the breaker,
The giver and the taker and the friend,
The reaper, the sower,
The spinner and the grower,
Time is the winner in the end.
Her day dies every afternoon
In her silent ugly room,
An empty bed and no one to come home to,
While the man she loves is on the Southern seas
Making fast and making free,
Maybe sometimes thinking of how she might be.
But it's so long,
So long just till tomorrow.
Time is the wheeler,
The dancer and the dealer,
Time is the laughter in your ears,
Time is rudder tiller,
The master and the killer,
Time plays disaster with your fears.
Just outside the porch's door
The other day she thought she saw him
Standing in the corner of her eye,
But when she turned around again
The street was empty, straight and plain,
Smoke rising through the rain.
And it's so long,
So long just till tomorrow.
Time is very nearly still,
She's got time, time to kill.
Her lover left only yesterday,
Said he'd be back some day in spring,
But spring's so far away.
And it's so long,
So long, just till tomorrow.
Time is the maker,
The bringer and the breaker,
The giver and the taker and the friend,
The reaper, the sower,
The spinner and the grower,
Time is the winner in the end.
Her day dies every afternoon
In her silent ugly room,
An empty bed and no one to come home to,
While the man she loves is on the Southern seas
Making fast and making free,
Maybe sometimes thinking of how she might be.
But it's so long,
So long just till tomorrow.
Time is the wheeler,
The dancer and the dealer,
Time is the laughter in your ears,
Time is rudder tiller,
The master and the killer,
Time plays disaster with your fears.
Just outside the porch's door
The other day she thought she saw him
Standing in the corner of her eye,
But when she turned around again
The street was empty, straight and plain,
Smoke rising through the rain.
And it's so long,
So long just till tomorrow.
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