In the big house, Where the sun lives, With the walls so white and blue. In the red soil, All the green grows. And the winds blow across your face. T… - Peter Gabriel

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In the big house,
Where the sun lives,
With the walls so white and blue.
In the red soil,
All the green grows.
And the winds blow across your face.
They blow across your heart.
It's the time of the turning and there's something stirring outside.
It's the time of turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes.