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 is 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
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...