Seems to me the whole world moves in circles
Seasons of the sun & mortal clay
Each leaf has a morning & an evening
Green turns gold and nothing gold can stay
Comes a time for standing in the sunset
Poets call the dying of the light
We recall the springtime of our journey
Singing to the dark encroaching night
Chorus:
I was the wind - when I was free
I was the wind – the wind was me
I was the Earth - the sky - the sea
I was the wind - when I was free
In our prime the time seems never-ending
Time flies by but we have time to burn
Never thinking as that time we’re spending
Each day is a point of no return
Time & tide glide by in one direction
Etching out our story in the glass
That we see each day in our reflection
Of our life and how it came to pass
Cho
Each day lived in hope is never wasted
Hope paints dreams that one day we’ll recall
When the fruits of life have all been tasted
We’ll remember days we had it all
Stars that shine above the sleeping forest
Weep for broken dreams that lie below
Witness to the everlasting cycle
Moving from the springtime to the snow
Chorus
