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The w heels of l ife keep t urni ng
S pinning witho ut cont rol;
The w heels of the h eart keep y earni ng
For the s ound of the s inging s oul.
And n ights are f ull with w eepi ng
for s ins of the p ast we've s own;
But tom orrow is o urs for the k eepin g
tom orrow the f uture's s hown.
Lift your e yes and s ee the g lory
Where the c ircle of l ife is d rawn;
See the n ever-e nding s tory
Come with m e to the G ates of D awn.
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And w hose is the h and who r aise s
The s un from the h eaving s ea?
The p ower that e - ver am a-zes
We l ook but n ever will s ee?
Who s cattered the s eeds so l ife could b e
Who c oloured the f ields of c orn?
Who f ormed the m ould that m ade me
Bef ore the w orld was b orn?
Lift your e yes and s ee the g lory
Where the c ircle of l ife is d rawn;
See the n ever-e nding s tory
Come with m e to the G ates of D awn.
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Come with m e to the Gates of D awn
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Lift your e yes and s ee the g lo - r y
Where the c ircle of l ife is d rawn;
See the n ever-e nding s tory
Come with m e to the G ates of D awn.
Lift your e yes and s ee the g lory
Where the c ircle of l ife is d rawn;
See the n ever-e nding s tory
Come with m e to the G ates
Lift your e yes and s ee the g lory
(of Dawn.)
Where the c ircle of l ife is d rawn;
See the n ever-e nding s tory
Come with m e to the G ates of D awn.
C ome w ...ith me to the Gates of Dawn.