The winding way is narrowing
The branches baring, leaves a-falling
The plough through the field a-harrowing
Strange and distant voices calling
There won\'t be an encore
It\'s not about us anymore;
The wild wind is blowing
Pushing at our backs
A tiny candle flame glowing
The hay piled into stacks
Ragged the clothes we once wore
It\'s not about us anymore;
The future has gone and run away
The past a limpet and won\'t let go
It\'s too late to say \'OK, we\'ll stay\'
Much too late to just say \'No\'
I\'ve never said this before
It\'s not about us anymore;
Tell them we had a go
We did the best we could
Tell them to take it slow
Not that we ever would
The waves have reached the shore
It\'s not about us anymore;
The sun is a-setting
The evening is drawing on
We\'ve drifted in the betting
Our chance has been and gone
Now a whisper, once a roar
It\'s not about us anymore.