It's the time of turning and there's something stirring outside.
It's the time of turning and the old world's falling.
Nothing you can do can stop by the next emerging.
Time of the turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes.

For wishes are effectual but by will,
And that too much is impotent and void
In frail humanity; and time steals by
Sinful and wavering, and unredeem'd.