| In the big house
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| Where the sun lives
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| With the walls so white and blue
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| In the red soil
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| All the green grows
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| And the winds blow across your face
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| They blow across your heart
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| It’s the time of the turning and there’s something stirring outside
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| It’s the time of turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
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| All the earth breaks
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| Like a stale bread
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| And the seeds are folded in the soil
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| Oh the sun pours
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| Then the rains fall
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| While the roots reach out right through the ground
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| They reach out through the ground
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| It’s the time of turning and there’s something stirring outside
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| It’s the time of turning and the old world’s falling
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| Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
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| Time of the turning and we’d better learn to say our goodbyes
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| If we can stand up
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| When all else falls down
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| We’ll last through the winter
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| We’ll last through the storms
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| We’ll last through the north winds
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| That bring down the ice and snow
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| We’ll last through the long nights
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| Till the green field’s growing again
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| Growing again |