"Time Is a Thief" — the blues on the steady robbery of time.
I woke up this morning and looked at my life
Filled with so much sorrow and grief
And in my troubled mind
I could see through all my strife
That time is only a thief
Yes time is a thief
That will steal your tomorrows
And leave you only yesterday
Yes time is a thief
That will rob you of your years
Your youth the only ransom you can pay
So treasure each little moment
Don't let a single minute slip away
Because time is a thief
That will rob you of your years
And never return one yesterday
Oh time is a thief
That will rob you of your years
And never return one yesterday
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- A B.B. King recording. Time as a thief — stealing youth, stealing love, stealing the good days — is a blues metaphor that connects personal loss to the universal.