When the time comes, move with the season Lend your young ears to the sound of day When the time comes, groove with the feeling Lend your young ears to the sound of day
When the time comes, move with the seasons Lend your young ears to the sound of day When the time comes, groove with the feeling Lend your ears to the sound of day
In our place where the times Stretch the sunlight on our minds Bringing life to the size Wait in autumn skies of light
Take the handle, make it out now, never Take the crystal quill from me now, all we see The ink upon the glass The season through the night now paper white Make your plans upon a crimson moonrise Take your crystal from the ground, now, all we see The see-through-colored words The season through the night now paper white
When the time comes, move with the seasons Lend your young ears to the sound of day When the time comes, move with the feeling Lend your ears to the sound of day
Take the handle, make it out now, never Take the crystal quill from me now, all we see The ink upon the glass The season through the night now paper white Make your plans upon a crimson moonrise Take your crystal from the ground, now, all we see The see-through-colored words The season through the night now paper white
Take the handle, move it forth Save the memory of the star Now your life has changed And older is now younger Had he known that you were fonder Of the things you had from birth
Take the handle, move it forth Save the memory of the star Now your life has changed And older is now younger Had he known that you were fonder Of the things you had from birth
Compositores: James Edward Bagshaw, Thomas Edward Walmsley