Plenty Of Time - Liza Minnelli

Dear Aunt Alice,

Why should I marry him?

My heart’s young;

I keep it free.

Oh, Aunt Alice,

There’s always time enough;

Then she smiled, and took my hand,

And she said to me:

When I was just a young thing,

I can recall,

I dreamt of seeing Paris in fall,

And London in the springtime;

Oh, I’d see it all;

I’d see it all someday.

For I had,

Plenty of time,

Plenty of time;

Why should I worry?

Yes, I had,

Plenty of time,

Plenty of time;

What was the hurry?

When I was still a young thing,

Love was for fun,

Kisses and laughter, then it was done.

Yes, when the game was over,

Swiftly I’d run;

Oh, how I’d run away.

For I had,

Plenty of time,

Plenty of time;

Why should I worry?

Yes, I had,

Plenty of time,

Plenty of time;

What was the hurry?

But a world that’s right can soon go wrong;

And I guess I waited much too long;

For I’ve never been to Paris,

Or to London in the spring;

And that love that I, I intended to choose,

The years just refused to bring.

And now it suddenly seems

That I’ve run out of dreams

I can hold on to.

Once I had,

Plenty of time,

Oh, plenty of time;

Where has it gone to?

Dear Aunt Alice,

I think I’ll marry him,

All too soon, it’s all too late.

Yes, Aunt Alice,

There’s never time enough.

Let me hold my love today,

And let tomorrow wait.