Time Has Told Me (1St Sound Techniques Session, March / 1968)

Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure for a troubled mind
And time has told me not to ask for more
For someday our ocean will find its shore
So I'll leave the ways that are making
Me be what I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love

Time has told me you came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn
And tears they tell me there's really no way of
Ending your troubles with things you can say
And time will tell you to stay by my side, to
Keep on trying 'til there's no more to hide
So leave the ways that are making you
Be what you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love

Time has told me you're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure for a troubled mind
And time has told me not to ask for more
For someday our ocean will find its shore

I gotta retune, man
Okay
Much love