From the recording Precious Time
Jennifer Crook: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric harp, bv's.
Joe Coombs: electric guitar.
Jon Buckett: electric piano.
Stuart Bruce: acoustic bass guitar, bv's.
Rob Brian: drums.
Recorded and mixed by Stuart Bruce
Produced by Stuart Bruce & Jennifer Crook, Box, UK
© Transatlantic Roots 2020
Lyrics
Faded and frail with a coffee stain
secret book of words from a country train
little souvenirs of a rainbow life
treasure trove of all the dark and light
back when it stretched ahead for years and we had all we needed
Time, time, precious time
slipping through these hands of mine
I’ve got less of it to waste, more to find
precious time
precious time
In the house of dreams there’s a broken chair
pretty little rocks in a box somewhere
there’s a face I love in a picture frame
she would not believe how the world has changed
and how the weeks and months go by and whisper now or never
Time, time, precious time
slipping through these hands of mine
I’ve got less of it to waste and more to find
precious time
precious time
Those were the days I said to my old friend
he said, no, these are the days and I don’t want them to end
Why does it take staring death in the face before we really want to live?
I’m not really sure of myself these days but I know that I’ve got more to give
Time, time, precious time
slipping through these hands of mine
I’ve got less of it to waste, more to find
precious time
precious time
these are the days…
© Jennifer Crook