| The city streets are empty now | 
| (The lights don’t shine no more) | 
| And so the songs are way down low | 
| Turning, turning, turning | 
| A sound that flows into my mind | 
| (The echoes of the daylight) | 
| Of ev’rything that is alive in my blue world | 
| I turn to stone when you are gone | 
| I turn to stone, turn to stone | 
| When you comin' home | 
| I can’t go on The dying embers of the night | 
| (Are fire that slowly fades to dawn) | 
| Still glow upon the wall so bright | 
| Burning, burning, burning | 
| The tired streets that hide away | 
| (From here to ev’rywhere they go) | 
| Roll past my door into the day | 
| In my blue world | 
| I turn to stone when you are gone | 
| I turn to stone, turn to stone | 
| When you comin' home | 
| I can’t go on Turn to stone when you are gone | 
| I turn to stone | 
| Yes I’m turning to stone | 
| 'Cause you ain’t comin' home | 
| If I’m turning to stone | 
| You’ve been gone for so long | 
| And I can’t carry on Yes I’m turning, I'm turning | 
| I’m turning to stone | 
| The dancing shadows on the wall | 
| (The two step in the hall) | 
| Are all I see since you’ve been gone | 
| Turning, turning, turning through all | 
| I sit here and I wait | 
| (I turn to stone, I turn to stone) | 
| You will return again some day | 
| To my blue world | 
| Turn to stone when you are gone | 
| I turn to stone |