Seems to me the whole world moves in circles
Seasons of the sun and mortal clay
Each life has a morning and an evening
Some lives do the journey in one day
When the days grow short in cold November
And the autumn leaves begin to fall
We remember June, July, September
And recall the days we had it all
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
When the shadows fall across the future
And the sand runs quickly through the glass
We spend time in wise and wistful thinking
Of our lives and how they came to pass
In the silence of those quiet moments
Waiting for the dark encroaching night
We see joyous sparks of past adventure
Shining like a beacon in the night
Chorus:
Seems to me the whole world moves in circles
Seasons of the sun that slowly turn
Every passing day that we encounter
In its way a point of no return
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
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