When the time comes Move with the season Lend your young ears To the sound of day When the time comes Move with the feeling Lend your young ears To the sound of day in our place Winters time Strech the sunlight on our minds Bringing life To the signs Waiting on some skies of light Take the hand Dont make it hard now Never Take the crystal quill from me now Always see The ink upon the glass Thats see-through through the night Now paper white Make your plans Upon a crimson moon rise Take your crystal from the ground now Always see The see-through coloured words The see-through through the night Now paper white When the time comes Move with the season Lend your young ears To the sound of day When the time comes Move with the feeling Lend your ears To the sound of day Take the hand Dont make it hard now Never Take the crystal quill from me now Always see The ink upon the glass Thats see-through through the night Now paper white Make your plans Upon a crimson moon rise Take your crystal from the ground now Always see The see-through coloured words The see-through through the night Now paper white Take the hand Dont move it far Save the memory of the star Now your life has changed And older is now younger And in knowing you are fonder Of the the things you had from birth