Precious Time (words and music –

Jon Brindley)

Excuse me all you people, could I have a little of your time?

I’m what you might call a stranger, I’m looking for a sign

In my soul a fire is burning, is that really strange to you?

I am governed by a yearning, I’m only passing through

Ch. Ooooh just a little bit, a bit of your precious time

You and I are part of it, it is a precious time

It seems like there’s a puzzle which creases up your brow

Yet the answer lives in silence, it’s speaking to you now

On the face of it it’s impossible but change is in the air

As far away as your next breath when you start looking there

Ch.

What do we share in this our time, other than this theatre stage?

When if we pulled together we might turn a better page

Maybe you have thought about it, maybe hard and long

How do we show that there’s a family to which we all belong?

Ooooh just a little bit a bit of your precious time

We can help each other realize it is a precious time

Ch.