Precious Time (Van Morrisson) - STING 21313   (Thorsten Geppert)

 

(Opener): CIRCLE LEFT

It doesn't matter what route you take
Sooner or later the hearts going to break

ALLEMANDE the corner and you DO SA DO

ALLEMANDE LEFT the corner WEAVE it and go…

Precious time is slipping away

SWING your girl and then you PROMENADE I say
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away


 

(Figure): HEADS you PROMENADE halfway and go – walk right in PASS THE OCEAN and go

EXTEND – SWING THRU the BOY you RUN RIGHT – FERRIS WHEEL and deal tonight

you PASS THRU – TOUCH A QUARTER come on SCOOTBACK and go

SWING that girl and now you all PROMENO

It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away


 

(Middle Break and Closer): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE (play your Saxophones,,,)!

(Instrumental) ---- --- Reverse

---- -- ALLEMANDE LEFT and WEAVE

Precious time is slipping away
But you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away


 

 

(Tag): It doesn't matter to which God you pray
                                              Precious time is slipping away

 

ORIGINAL LYRICS:

 

Precious time is slipping away
But you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away

It doesn't matter what route you take
Sooner or later the hearts going to break
No rhyme or reason, no master plan
No Nirvana, no promised land

Because, precious time is slipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away


 

Say que sera, whatever will be
But then I keep on searching for immortality
She's so beautiful but she's going to die some day
Everything in life just passes away

But, precious time is slipping away
You know she's only queen for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away

Well this world is cruel with its twists and its turns
But the fire's still in me and the passion it burns
I love her madly 'til the day I die
'Til hell freezes over and the rivers run dry