All my worries,
All my care,
Is held in check,
For you not there,
Evening comes,
And darkness falls,
We sit round,
And curtain out the black night.

There is a time away from here.

Seasons pass,
So quickly come,
And steal the days,
Your work has done,
They leave the fields,
So bare and grey,
I long to hold you there,
And say it won't change.

There is a time away from here.

Will we be lovers,
Will we still be,
Will we be lovers,
Will we still be.

There is a time away from here.

Words and Music - Ricky Ross / Steve Osbourne