The Spangle Maker - Fall of the Leaves (part 1) lyrics

From great heights I see before me The colours unfold to reveal reality I can feel now the wind brushing pa** me A current reminder of the sunlight diminishing In the distance the marketplace gathers Beneath the dying haven of deciduous trees The craftsmen are selling the fruits of their labours The farmers are selling the fruits of the harvest It's strange to think how this cycle traverses Day after day, year after year, throughout the ages Creation blooms; then it dies Anticipating a resurrection And even now as the world decays Due to its pa**age through time It's good to know there still remains Traces of beauty and truth