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 your heart


It's the time of the turning and there's something stirring outside
It's the time of turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes


All the earth breaks
Like a stale bread

And the seeds
Are folded in the soil


Oh the sun pours
Then the rains fall
While the roots reach out right through the ground

They reach out through the ground

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

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 ice and snow
We'll last through the long nights

Till the green field's growing again
Growing again