The wheels of life keep turning,
Spinning without control;
The wheels of the heart keep yearning,
For the sound of the singing soul.
And nights are full with weeping,
For sins of the past we've sown;
But,tomorrow is ours for the keeping,
Tomorrow the future's shown.
Lift your eyes and see the glory,
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
And whose is the hand who raises
The sun from the heaving sea?
The power that ever amazes-
We look, but never will see?
Who scattered the seeds so life could be,
Who coloured the fields of corn?
Who formed the mould that made me - me,
Before the world was born?
Lift your eyes and see the glory,
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.