You good, your heart and your space
Where you love and hope to never great
Turn with the seasons your grace
And age gentoo' your own face
Under the spell
Of the wishing well
Wanting more than you gain
Like news, weather and mortality
It must rain
Every warning is fair and like advice
(From the Principal and Principalities)
Heed it clear and with the seasons turning, hear it wise
We are here to write the pages
And read the pages written
Consider self and all and weakness
Hope myself a great addition
To the wisdoms I may claim
You good, your heart and your space
Where you love and hope to never great
Turn with the seasons your grace
And age gentoo' your own face...
Under the spell
Of the wishing well
Wanting more than you gain
Like news, weather and mortality
It must rain
It must rain
