Testo Time Of The Turning

The tíme of the turningIn the big house where the sun lives with the walls so white and blueIn the red soil all the green grows and the wind blows across your faceThey blow across your heartIt?s the time of the turning and there?s something stirring outsideIt?s the time of the turning and we?d better learn to say our goodbyes.All the earth breaks like a stale bread and the seeds are folded in the soilOh the sun pours then the rain falls while the roots reach rightOut through the groundIt?s the time of the turning and there?s something stirring outsideIt?s the time of the turning and the old world?s fallingNothing you can do to stop the next emergingTime of the turning and we?d better learn to say our goodbyes.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 trough the north windsThat bring down the ice and snow we?ll last trough the long nights?til the green field?s growing again. Growing again