Lyrics

The turning is a place in our hearts
Summers softly summon us to revel in
Dunes of June recede as we depart
The surf cloaks our footprints in the sand

The turning is grace in our time
Paired with tender chance, destined from the start
Glowing flowing elms suffused sublime
See them dance, stunning works of art

The turning is our tended autumn harvest
Reaching toward a splendid azure sky
The golden hour is idyllic for the artist
Nighttime sleeps the flower in the blink of an eye
The blink of an eye

The turning is space in our dreams
Serenades from souls, who long to sing again
Melody and lyric soon redeem
Distant poems etched from our refrain

The turning is a face in our mind
Beckoning us home to twilight echoes we will hear
Moonbeam rhymes stretch wherefore undefined
Listen closely as voices draw us near

The turning is our tended autumn harvest
Reaching toward a splendid azure sky
The golden hour is idyllic for the artist
Nighttime sleeps the flower in the blink of an eye
The blink of an eye

The turning is our tended autumn harvest
Reaching toward a splendid azure sky
The golden hour is idyllic for the artist
Nighttime sleeps the flower in the blink of an eye
The blink of an eye

The turning is a place in our hearts
In the blink of an eye
The turning is grace in our time
The blink of an eye
The turning is space in our dreams
In the blink of an eye