The more I look around, the less I really know of life, of ages, of me
So easy yet so hard, to learn not to resist the flow, the harmony
My dear, I know, that life has left you cold
And though we’re very young, at times I feel so old
Still now is all we have so I’ve been told

There’s music in the wind. Hear the season’s song of love, and winter’s call
Matter, space and time - How short? How long? Different for us all
The pleasures we have found, the wisdom we can hold
To treasure every day, together to grow old
Until the ends of time so I’ve been told

And when I am alone, silent as a stone I am at peace
And time is drifting away
Who knew that I would be, all I dreamed to be?
No matter what stops along the way.

The more I look around, the less I tend to think, my eyes begin to see
So easy yet so hard, to reach out to the past to touch a memory
My dear I know the path we walk’s not always paved with gold
But we can change the essence of whatever we behold
And that’s the way it stands, so I’ve been told
Now is all we have so I’ve been told