There Comes A Time - Bert Jansch

There comes a time, babe

When we’ve gotta go

Our time has been

Great up till now

But we’ve gotta go love

Hit the road

And start another show

One too many mornings

We’ve been lazing

And one too many

Nights of foolin' round, babe

Not caring and not knowing

How we’re faring

We’re living side by side, babe

Not knowing where we are bound

Or where on earth love we are going

And our seed of love still growing

Comes the spring next year, love

We could be laughing

We could be riding high

And free with the sun

Upon our backs

Could be singing

And with the birds a winging

Let us pack our things

And leave tonight, babe

Keep going till the road runs out

And comes to an end, babe

And hope that life turns out right