Brian's Song - Lea Salonga

If the hands of time

Were hands that I could hold

I’d keep them warm and in my hands

They’d not turn cold

Hand in hand we choose

The moment that should last

The lovely moment

That should have no future and no past

The summer from the top of the swing

The comfort in the sound of a lullabye

The innocence of leaves in the spring

But most of all the moment when love first touch me

All the happy days

Would never learn to fly

Until the hands of time would choose to wave goodbye

The summer from the top of the swing

The comfort in the sound of a lullabye

The innocence of leaves in the spring

But most of all the moment when love first touch me

All the happy days

Would never learn to fly

Until the hands of time would choose to wave goodbye