Letras de Brian’s Song (The Hands of Time)

If the hands of time were hands that I could hold
I′d keep them warm, and in my hands they'd not turn cold
Hand in hand, we′d choose the moment that should last
The lovely moment that should have no future and no past

The summer from the top of a swing
The comfort in the sound of a lullaby
The innocence of leaves in the spring
But most of all the moment when love first touched me

All the happy days would never learn to fly
Until the hands of time would choose to wave goodbye

The summer from the top of a swing
The comfort in the sound of a lullaby
The innocence of leaves in the spring
But most of all the moment when love first touched me
All the happy days would never learn to fly