Brian's Song Songtext
von Hank Crawford

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 moments that should last.
The lovely moments that
Should have no future and no past.


The summer from the top of the 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.