Here we come to a turning of the season.
Witness to the arc toward the sun.
A neighbors blessed burden within reason.
Becomes a burden born of all and one.
And nobody, nobody knows.
Let the oath fall from our shoulders.
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all.
We are all our hands and holders.
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun.
This I swear to all.
Monument to build beneath the arbors.
Upon a blimp that towers toward the trees.
And nobody, nobody knows.
Let the oath fall from our shoulders.
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all.
We are all our hands and holders.
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun.
This I swear to all and this I swear to all.
Bare a wreath of trillium and ivy.
Laid upon the body of the boy.
Lazy will the love come from it's hiding.
And return this quiet searcher to the soil.
So raise a glass to turnings of the season.
And watch it as it arcs towards the sun.
And nobody, nobody knows.
Let the oath fall from our shoulders.
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all.
We are all our hands and holders.
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun.
This I swear to all and this I swear to all.
And this I swear to all