I went through the day, and now I don't have the time to speak unto friends,
To speak, Lord, to you,
There is only one thing that takes me: that's by pleasing myself which I've no time to do.
No time, no time,
Is that my constant cry?
No time to help those in need,
At last it's time to die,
To die.
At last before the Lord I came, I stood with downcast eyes,
He held a book in his hands, it was the book of life,
He opened up the book and said...
"Your name I cannot find - I was once going to write it down; I couldn't find the time,"
God opened up his book and said...
"Your name I cannot find - I was once going to write it down; I couldn't find the time,"
Hey, hey,
No, no, time.
No time.
No time for you.
No time, no time,
Is that your constant cry?
No time to help those in need,
At last it's time to die.
