Tick of the clock The corner of the eye Watches the time go Follow the birds Fall across the sky To where the wind blows Suddenly there Stealing across the ground I saw your shadow Not 'cause I'm sad, for sad reflections All of what's passed helped me to carry on Over the hill I found an open plain Upon a breathy ridge The flick of the flame Charring that remained Has helped the bed grow What's not all great Was not all hurt And not all true Not 'cause I'm sad, for sad reflections All of what's passed helped me to get along Whatever it's worth, for all of what I've learned I need to thank you