January brought the frost, but January knew our branches held the heavy gold that only August grew. The calendars dissolve, the copper clocks turn blind, we leave the rust, we leave the rush, we leave the years behind. May leads to November, November leads to bloom, we sweep the dust of winter from every crowded room. Round and round, time turns around Unbroken, unbroken, the season stays true, the silver turns golden, the golden stays new. More light in the marrow, more fire in the frame, unbroken, unbroken, time whispers your name. Time whispers, time yields, time bows to the fields Unbroken, unbroken The autumn leaves may alter, the autumn winds may blow, but roots run deeper, deeper, beneath the shifting snow. We do not fade, we do not fray, we do not bend or break, the longer that the river runs, the wider path we make. Unbroken, unbroken, the season stays true, the silver turns golden, the golden stays new. More light in the marrow, more fire in the frame, unbroken, unbroken, time whispers your name. Time whispers, time yields, time bows to the fields Unbroken, unbroken Spring inside the winter, summer in the cold, we grow younger, younger, as the centuries grow old. Younger, younger, forever staying gold Unbroken, unbroken, the season stays true, the silver turns golden, the golden stays new. More light in the marrow, more fire in the frame, unbroken, unbroken, time whispers your name. Time whispers, time yields, time bows to the fields Unbroken, unbroken, forever stays new
