Here we come to a turning of the season

Witness to the arc towards the sun

The neighbors blessed burden within reason

Becomes a burden borne of all in one

But nobody nobody knows

Let the yoke fall from our shoulders

Don't carry it all don't carry it all

We are all our hands in holders

Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

But this I swear to all

A monument to build beneath the arbors

Upon a cliff the that towers towards the trees

But every vessel pitching hard to starboard

Lay it's head on summers freckled knees

And nobody nobody knows

Let the yoke fall from our shoulders

Don't carry it all don't carry it all

We are all our hands in holders

Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

This I swear to all this I swear to all

This I swear to all this I swear to all

This I swear to all this I swear to all

This I swear to all this I swear to all

Buried wreath of trillium and ivy

Laid upon the body of the boy

Lazy will the long come from it's hiding

Return his quiet certitude to the soil

So raise a glass to turnings of the season

And watch it as it arcs towards the sun

And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason

And your labors will be borne when all is done

And nobody nobody knows

Let the yoke fall from our shoulders

Don't carry it all don't carry it all

We are all our hands in holders

Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

And this I swear to all

This I swear to all

This I swear to all

This I swear to all

This I swear to all