The Time Of The Turning

In the big house Where the sun lives, With the walls So white and blue. In the red soil All the green grows, And the winds blow across Your face. They blow across your heart. It's the turn, turn, of the sun, Stirring inside. It's the turn, turn, Of the earth to say Goodbye. All The earth breaks Like a stale bread, And the seeds are folded in The soil. All the sun pours, Then the rains fall. While the roots Reach out right through the ground. They reach out through the ground. It's the turn, of the sun, Stirring inside. It's the turn, turn, the earth say Goodbye. Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging. Turn, turn, and the earth to say Goodbye. If we can stand up When all else falls down, We'll last through the winter. We'll last through the storms. We'll last through the north winds that bring down The ice and snow. We'll last through the long nights till the green Field's growing again. Growing again