I opened a book and found a four leaf clover,
Turned the page and there was October,
As I stared into Autumn’s eyes, I saw a death that never dies.
And I watched as the leaves were turning,
Falling into the wind and swirling,
How we break, we mend, we tremble,
And that’s how I found November.

And we spin, another day, another dawn,
another year, another song.

Into winter we surrender,
Deep into it’s splendor.
In mirth we warm our bones, we dream these seeds we’ll sow.
Praise the birth of a star, for January is not too far,
A saviour like the sun it shines, resurrecting one more time.

And we spin, another day, another dawn,
another year, another song.

Oh the joys now I remember,
I think I’ll tell you in a letter,
Of all the love in a budding rose,
How flowers come and flowers go.
And to the drunkards that dance on tables,
One fell off right into April,
To the hour of a child’s birth,
To the evening of all her searching.

And we spin, another day, another dawn,
another year, another song.