The unfolding of the year
And now our season is here
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here

In a perfect present tense
Through a wide world's tilted glance
When the words have all been spent
Will we still have learned it?

Through the window, see the place
Not before their sweet embrace
For a moment face to face
In the sweetest embrace

The unfolding of the year
And now our season is hear
All the balances are clear
Now that our time is here

Now that our time is here