It's the time of turning and there's something stirring outside It's the time of 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

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 …

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 …

Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog Get wet, get wet

So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

Skepticism, riddling the faith of yesterday, prepared the way for the faith of tomorrow.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.