Season Song

The unfolding of the year

And now our season is here

All the balances are clear

Now that our time is hereIn 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 embraceOoh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh oohThe unfolding of the year

And now our season is hear

All the balances are clear

Now that our time is hereNow that our time is here