Time for the Leaving Lyrics

The wind blows the ashes of summer,
and pulls the tar
paper face on the plumbing
the marmalade cat,
with dark mangled ears
slips through the fence without pausing

this is my world and home
football and marbles
and coming home late if you dare

I look at the face in the mirror,
I know it so well,
but I don"t know at all

and the child books are weary,
and fade on the shelves
with things that were precious
now dusty

this is my yesterday
and the friends that I knew, have all gone
now - and now
now ... is the time
for the leavin"

in a corner she sits, by the fire
she seeks the words
that somehow elude her

and the yesterday face,
a picture with moustache
looks down to the ground
from the mantelpiece
this is my world alone
the blue cotton dress and the man
on the cross on the wall ---

then why must you go,
are the words that she"s found
there"s a job in the paper, that"s firm

five minutes away from the place that you built
and the prospects get better, they say
how can I tell you now
good-bye must be all I can say

and now and now
now ... is the time for the leavin" (repeat to fade)