There's something there
It's in this very cloth that I weave
In the most peculiar ways that we behave
It's the time of the turning and the old world's falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
The time of the turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes
It's the time of the turning and there's something stirring outside
If you stop for a moment you can feel it all slipping away
It's the time of the turning and the old world's falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes
