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Time Changes The Words


FORD THEATRE
TIME CHANGES
1969
All music and lyrics by Harry Palmer
(except as noted)


TIME CHANGES
Time, time, nothing new but there'll be changes
Mine, mine, what you do
And all the places, the places that you know
Watch yourself grow and fade away

Visions and the signs of the times I see forever fading
Patterns that I find keep reminding me


INTERLUDE ONE
(Clifford Smothergill was born in Phildelphia on February 10th, 1949. He grew up in the typical middle-class American fashion, and therefore, nothing really significant happened to Clifford in his younger years. Mary Jane Baxter was born and raised in New York City, and that's where Clifford met her in his search for significant things that didn't happen to him in his younger years. From the moment that Clifford Smothergill met Mary Jane Baxter, he knew that she was the girl for him, and that life was about to take on a brand new meaning.)


THAT'S MY GIRL
Standing on the corner 'bout half-past ten
Right in the middle of town
Laughin' at the world because it's puttin' her down
That's my girl, that's my girl

She don't get worried none
She never could heed a warning
She gets her lovin' done
On a Sunday morning

People come to see her standin' in the rain
Right in the middle of town
Puttin' new ideas down in my brain
That's my girl


WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
Well I wake up in the morning
Pour some coffee for my brain
Every day is different
But I always feel the same

Everybody tells me
The world is in my hands, yeah
But that don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'll never be a man
If I don't have you, if I don't have you

And I read the morning papers
Just like other people do
Every day it's different
But there's nothin' really new

Sunshine through my window
And it brightens up my day, yeah
But that don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'll never find my way
If I don't have you, if I don't have you


I'VE GOT THE FEVER (Palmer/Marsden)
I've got the fever
I walk the floor
Look out my window and
I hear a knock on my door

It's just a fever
I feel alright
I make the day but
I dream in the middle of the night

And in the morning I got a little trouble
Gettin' ahold of myself
After the morning I feel alright
I make the day but
I dream in the middle of the night

Sometimes I feel it
Deep down inside
You got that fever and
You dream in the middle of the night

And it's the world we got a little trouble
Gettin' ahold o