Time to turn the maple brilliant crimson
Time to turn the aspens sparkling gold
Time to tumble apples from their branches
Time to turn the breezes crisp and cold

A chill unfolds the country side

Kiss of morning mist upon the meadows
Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air
Signals that its high time for the harvest
Every pumpkin, peach and prickly pear

With riped fruit to bear

If you believe, in who you are
Who you were always ment to be
If you open up your heart
Then youll set your spirit free

In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine, come and see
Take my hand, come with me

And fly

Always standing
Right beside you
One true friend
Is there to guide you

To believe in who you are
Who you were always ment to be
If you open up your heart
Then youll set your spirit free

In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine, come and see
Take my hand, come with me

And fly

Oh oh