[Intro] [Verse 1 — East] Where the first light touches the earth, And the sleeping world awakes, Yellow rises with the sun, A new road waits to take. Open eyes and open mind, There is so much yet to see, Every dawn becomes a teacher, Every question sets us free. [Chorus] Four winds turn around the circle, Four roads beneath the sky, None alone and none forgotten, Each must live so all survive. Every color holds a teaching, Every season has its part, The wheel turns beneath our footsteps, Keeping balance in the heart. [Verse 2 — South] Red is the warmth of living, The laughter of the young, The fire that binds us one to one, The truth behind the tongue. Feel the joy and feel the sorrow, Trust the hands that reach for you, For a heart that learns compassion Finds the strength to carry through. [Chorus] Four winds turn around the circle, Four roads beneath the sky, None alone and none forgotten, Each must live so all survive. Every color holds a teaching, Every season has its part, The wheel turns beneath our footsteps, Keeping balance in the heart. [Verse 3 — West] Black is where the daylight fades, Where the quiet questions start, Where we walk into the shadows And listen to the heart. There are wounds that make us stronger, There are endings we must face, And within the deepest darkness We may find another grace. [Bridge] Do not tear one spoke from the wheel, Do not say one road is all, For the circle needs the winter As it needs the springtime call. The child will someday be the elder, The dawn will yield to night, And what seems like an ending May become another light. [Verse 4 — North] White is the winter silence, The wisdom of the years, The voices of the elders Who have walked through joy and tears. They carry what was learned before us, They teach what time has shown, And remind us every journey Is a road we do not walk alone. [Final Chorus] Four winds turn around the circle, Four roads beneath the sky, None alone and none forgotten, Each must live so all survive. Every color holds a teaching, Every season has its part, The wheel turns beneath our footsteps, Keeping balance in the heart. [Outro] East to South, South to West, West to North, And back again... The circle turns, The seasons change, But the teachings still remain. Four colors, One circle, Many roads beneath the sky— And the wheel keeps turning, As the generations walk by.
