The time goes by so swiftly, Lord,
The months all slip away,
And as I turn the calendar,
This little prayer I pray -
"Don't let me waste a day".
The Springtime is so beautiful,
Bright April, lovely May,
With blossom trees and flower shows,
A wonderful display -
"Don't let me waste a day".
The harvest time, the Autumn time,
Blue skies may turn grey,
And though the Winter follows soon,
It, too, will slip away -
"Don't let me waste day".
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall, all you have to do is call......
