Escrita por
Paul Simon, foi gravada em 7 de setembro de 1966, nos estudios da
Columbia Records, em New York City. Foi lançada em 22 de outubro de
1966, em um compacto que tinha For Emily, whenever I may find her
como Lado B. Chegou ao número 13 dos charts pop americanos. The
Bangles gravou uma versão em 1987 que chegou ao número 2 dos charts
pop americanos.
Na verdade,
foi gravada durante as sessões do disco Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and
Thyme, mas não foi inclusa no disco.
A letra da
música remonta ao tempo de Paul Simon na Inglaterra. Fala de um
poeta sem esperança, com manuscritos de rimas sem ter sido
publicadas, que não tinha certeza de seu sucesso na vida.
A letra:
Time, time,
time See what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around you
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend That you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It's the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around you
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend That you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It's the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
A versão
original de Simon e Garfunkel:
A versão de
Susan Werner:
A versão das
Bangles:
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