Precious Time

Filmmaker, Beth Harrington, has made a fabulous documentary of the history of the Carter Family, the first family of American country music.  It’s called The Winding Stream (check it out!).  I went home after seeing it screened at the Boston Film Festival and AP, Sarah and Mother Maybell seemed to channel Precious Time through me.

 

Walking down an old familiar path

On a cloudy afternoon

My weary mind wandered here and there

And everywhere saw gloom

So I missed the pretty flowers blooming on the vine

Lost a precious hour of time

It went slipping through my fingers

Because time it does not linger

And that moment will never again be mine

 

Time, precious time

You can’t see it you can’t hold it

And there ain’t no one can own it

So beware and take care of your precious time

 

I remember my babies tugging at my sleeve

Saying “Mama, come with me,”

And just like that I turn to them and say

“I’m so busy, can’t you see”?

And now those little girls have babies of their own

Left childhood far behind

It went slipping through my fingers

Because time it does not linger

And those moments will never again be mine

 

Time, precious time…

 

I’m still walking down that old familiar path

In the autumn of my days

And when I look and listen with all my heart

I find myself amazed

I see the raindrop on the petal of the flower on the vine

It fell from that cloud on high

I feel them slipping through my fingers

In my sweet time that does not linger

Each moment that will never again be mine

 

Time, precious time

You can’t see it you can’t hold it

And there ain’t no one can own it

So be aware and take care of your precious time

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