Where’s my pretty face
And where’s my holy place,
And all have flowed away like water
Where’s the summer sun
And where have all the good times gone
All have flowed away in time...

These hands were taught to work the land
But fertile fields have turned to sand,
A barren waste of modern madness.

Life is like a music hall
But you don’t get a curtain call
The trees of youth have come to fall, asunder

And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)

Where’s my pretty face
And where’s my holy place,
And all have flowed away like water
Where’s the summer sun
And where have all the good times gone
All have flowed away in time...

An empty space left in my bed,
That’s where you used to lay your head
But no ‘good night love’ sweetly said, without you

I take my looking glass to see,
But wrinkled eyes look back at me.
I feel the need to let it be,
Forgotten ...

And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)
And the wheel of time rolls on...
(And the wheel of time rolls on...)

Where’s my pretty face
And where’s my holy place,
And all have flowed away like water
Where’s the summer sun
And where have all the good times gone
All have flowed away in time...