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, [bad word] 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, [bad word] with me to the Gates of Dawn.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story, [bad word] with me to the Gates of Dawn.

Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story, [bad word] with me to the Gates of Dawn