Darkness. Darkness. Darkness.
Silence. Stillness. Stasis.
BANG!
Light. Space. Time.
Travelling towards Darkness again.
Love the Light.
Love the Light.
Treasure the Time.
Treasure the Time.
Who knows where the Time goes.
It’s not dark yet. But it’s getting there.
Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving.
Who knows where the time goes
Who knows where the time goes.
If I ventured in the slipstream.
The bloom hung along the bough.
Each Spring a miracle.
How many more?
How many more?
Love the Light.
Love the Light.
Treasure the Time.
Treasure the Time.
It’s not dark yet – but it’s getting there.
Who knows where the time goes.
Kids out in the street collecting bottle tops.
Dry your eye. Say Goodbye. Wonder why.
Nothing but a stranger in this World.
At my back I hear …
Sad deserted Shore.
Who knows where the Time goes.
Who knows where the Time goes.
Soft sift in an Hourglass.
Soft sift.
Come the storms of Winter.
The days are hastening on.
Hastening on.
Love the Light.
Love the Light.
Treasure the Time.
Treasure the Time.
Who knows where the Time goes.
In the beginning was the Word.
Through a glass darkly.
Now and at the hour of our death.
Now and at the hour of our death.
Is now and ever shall be.
Is now and ever shall be.
Love the Light.
Love the Light.
Treasure the Time.
Treasure the Time.
It’s not dark yet – but it’s getting there.
Before the Winter fire.
The swift flight of the Sparrow.
The swift flight of the Sparrow.
Ye know not when the Time Is.
Who knows where the Time goes.
Who knows where the Time goes.
Notes :
Who Knows Where The Time Goes was the second song Sandy Denny ever wrote.
It will outlast The Pyramids.
The first version featured here is the classic version to be found on the Fairport Convention Album, ‘Unhalfbricking’ from 1969.
This is one of those recordings that has a magic which cannot be analysed only surrendered to.
Sandy’s vocal and Richard Thompson’s Guitar outshine the stars.
The second version is a searching solo version for the John Peel radio show.
The third version was recorded during Sandy’s brief tenure with The Strawbs.
It has a tremulous charm that will never leave you once heard.
In writing this Post I found myself crafting a patchwork quilt of poems, prayers and songs that called out to me as I listened to, ‘Who Knows Where The Time Goes’.
So proper acknowledgement should be offered to:
The King James Bible, The Venerable Bede, A E Houseman, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Andrew Marvell, Bob Dylan and Van Morrison.
The first image that appeared was that of ‘The Flight of The Sparrow’ from Bede’s great work, History of The English People’ – a Book that is one of the glories of Civilisation.
I recently completed a once every 40 years ‘thinning out’ of my bookshelves with some 800 volumes sent to my favourite Charity.
I still kept 3 editions of Bede.
Through the wonders of the Internet I found this reading in Old English which now echoes in my mind.
Across the Centuries there is a telling here about the mysteries of life and time that still calls out to us today.
The Immortal Jukebox 
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