At the ticking of the sun
On the green bellied mountain
I'm staring high in the sky
In the breeze I can taste
The fragrance of this moment
And I take a deep breath
Then the breeze picks up his bags
And blows on over my shoulder
That's life, this life

We're running out of time
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn, that's the law
And the spirit of the past
Still lingers in surroundings
I'm the owner of my mind and I know
The spirit of autumn past

Yesterday the sun shone on the party
And everybody shone at the sun
But now I'm alone and the sky is turning grey
There's a ghost across the wind

We're running out of time
But the time is still behind us
And tomorrow cuts the dawn, that's the law
But the spirit of your past
Will echo through your hallways
And the walls you leave behind
Will breathe your life
The spirit of autumn past