Echoes of the Seasons

Verse 1 Morning breaks with a golden sound, Shadows fall on sacred ground, Every step the earth replies, Every season has its ties. Chorus Echoes of the seasons turning round, Rising voices lift me from the ground, Through the silence, through the rain, Every moment sings again. Verse 2 Winter comes with a breath of frost, Spring returns what the night has lost, Summer burns with a fiery hand, Autumn leaves fall across the land. Bridge Time is a circle, carved in stone, Every song returns to its home, Through the ages, soft and true, Every echo carries through