| 作曲 : Brockman, Douglas, Fuhrman ... | |
| The wind is telling me it's time | |
| Rain beating on my head | |
| Calling out, calling out my name | |
| Is this the coming of the storm | |
| Are we at the point of no returning again | |
| Could it really be the end | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Everything turns & comes around | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| A million suns light the night | |
| The echo of a deeper sound | |
| Turning me, turning me around | |
| And though it calls us to come | |
| Look how little we have really even begun | |
| How much good we have done | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Hope and love start within | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| All things, all people wait for the time | |
| Seasons keep changing, only to find | |
| All in the past will repeat again | |
| Is this the season of your heart? | |
| And when it's time for me to go | |
| I pray that I will know - love will carry me | |
| Out of this darkened world ... into the light | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Below the waves of sorrow there burns a flame that never falters | |
| To understand intention, to close your eyes and see your way | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Beyond the cloud of question, a silver line that holds the key | |
| The journey lies awaiting, this your time | |
| Your time |
| zuo qu : Brockman, Douglas, Fuhrman ... | |
| The wind is telling me it' s time | |
| Rain beating on my head | |
| Calling out, calling out my name | |
| Is this the coming of the storm | |
| Are we at the point of no returning again | |
| Could it really be the end | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Everything turns comes around | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| A million suns light the night | |
| The echo of a deeper sound | |
| Turning me, turning me around | |
| And though it calls us to come | |
| Look how little we have really even begun | |
| How much good we have done | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Hope and love start within | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| All things, all people wait for the time | |
| Seasons keep changing, only to find | |
| All in the past will repeat again | |
| Is this the season of your heart? | |
| And when it' s time for me to go | |
| I pray that I will know love will carry me | |
| Out of this darkened world ... into the light | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Below the waves of sorrow there burns a flame that never falters | |
| To understand intention, to close your eyes and see your way | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Beyond the cloud of question, a silver line that holds the key | |
| The journey lies awaiting, this your time | |
| Your time |
| zuò qǔ : Brockman, Douglas, Fuhrman ... | |
| The wind is telling me it' s time | |
| Rain beating on my head | |
| Calling out, calling out my name | |
| Is this the coming of the storm | |
| Are we at the point of no returning again | |
| Could it really be the end | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Everything turns comes around | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| A million suns light the night | |
| The echo of a deeper sound | |
| Turning me, turning me around | |
| And though it calls us to come | |
| Look how little we have really even begun | |
| How much good we have done | |
| Change in you, I see it in me | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| Hope and love start within | |
| Season of the Heart | |
| All things, all people wait for the time | |
| Seasons keep changing, only to find | |
| All in the past will repeat again | |
| Is this the season of your heart? | |
| And when it' s time for me to go | |
| I pray that I will know love will carry me | |
| Out of this darkened world ... into the light | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Below the waves of sorrow there burns a flame that never falters | |
| To understand intention, to close your eyes and see your way | |
| Within the sands of reason there runs a spring eternally | |
| Beyond the cloud of question, a silver line that holds the key | |
| The journey lies awaiting, this your time | |
| Your time |