Come, the wheel turns As the shadows deepen And life is ebbing low Hold on, before I go Come, the wheel turns Not for the greater gifts of genius Not for thoughts more grandly bright All the dying poets whisper, into light We travel 'round the sun and only The Gods know where we run Come, the wheel turns We throw the windows widely open For dim and longing visions Once more, before I go Come, the wheel turns Not for the greater gifts of genius Not for thoughts more grandly bright All the dying poets whisper, into light We travel 'round the sun and only The Gods know where we run Following circles, following circles Sun touches night We travel 'round the sun and only The Gods know were we run