Time Has Told Me (1st Sound Techniques Session, March / 1968)

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 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

And 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 someday our ocean will find its shore

I gotta retune, man

Okay

Much love