lyrics

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
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

Your 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 some day our ocean
Will find its shore

musicians

Nick Drake - Guitar

notes

"The image of a rose without a thorn, which appears in 'Time Has Told Me', was made popular by Leonard McNally's eighteenth-century poem 'The Lass of Richmond Hill'. The language on 'Five Leaves Left' is ornate, self-conscious even, as you might expect from someone who was still nominally studying for an English degree".

Patrick Humphries