Where does the time go? Who knows where the time goes.. ?

Who hasn’t expressed a similar statement like that?  I recall adults saying it when I was younger and now I catch myself saying and wondering it.

Where does a decade go?!  Two decades? I often tell my adult children to enjoy and cherish their 20s, as each decade seems to go faster after that.  Why is that?  Is it a thing?  (Check out this interesting post by Matthew Oldridge that helps answer that).  We can take the time as young adults for granted — I know I am guilty.  But maybe it is supposed to be that way — why worry about life going too fast when you have youth and time on your side?  Just live it, as one never knows…

It was by chance and curiosity that I discovered the music of Sandy Denny recently.  She had been a lead singer in a few early British folk bands.  One of her songs really stuck with me for some reason:  Who Knows Where The Time Goes?  Maybe it was the title…  maybe it was because the singer also died young (at 31, I learned).  Or maybe because my daughter’s best friend since high school died unexpectedly this past summer at the age of 22.  Although quite melancholy, the music and lyrics were comforting when I had a listen.  I read that it was one of her “signature” songs.  I think Judy Collins is also known for her cover of it, but I prefer Sandy Denny’s original.

Lyrics: Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it’s time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it’s time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it’s time to go
So come the storms of winter and then
The birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

I enjoy the version she sang while a member of the band called Fairport Convention:

Although Sandy Denny died 40 years ago, there have been a few recent articles written that speak well of her musical talents and contributions during her short life.

The Delicate Artistry Of Sandy Denny

Sandy Denny was the most outstanding female singer that Britain has produced

She also did a number of Bob Dylan covers, if you wish to have a listen to:  Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

My perspective about time has shifted over the years and decades, but also recently again.  How I look at the past and present and the future has changed, but in a good way.