Season Song

The unfolding of the year

And now our season is here

All the balances are clear

Now that our time is here

In a perfect present tense

Through a wide world's tilted glance

When the words have all been spent

Will we still have learned it?

Through the window, see the place

Not before their sweet embrace

For a moment face to face

In the sweetest embrace

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

The unfolding of the year

And now our season is hear

All the balances are clear

Now that our time is here

Now that our time is here