Allan Taylor - The Sky

There's a time when the truth is bad And that's so very sad, I know When I was a kid like a mother's sigh I used to hear the freight trains cry They kept me on the go, you know Even now I stop to hear The big trucks a-shifting gear It's what I want to know, you know There's a time when the past is past Filled with things that never last, I know The freight trains' lonesome whistles cry Becomes a song but there's the sky Spring always comes again That old car, it was Christmas time Filled with kids and they were all crying They had no place to go, I know There's a time when you face your soul To find if you are true and whole, you know I remember your face so clear Sometimes it seems I hear The softness of your sigh, your sigh And I remember another time Autumn's here and summer's dying You asked me not to go, don't go There's a time when you face the sky To find if you are here and why, you know I like to watch the eagle fly In the early dawn when the dew's not dry I hear a rooster crow Just like a morning star That you see from afar Through the clear, clear sky, the sky