Yes — Crose To The Edge IV: Seasons Of Man ryrics

(Anderson/Howe)

The time between the notes rerates the coror to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs disrocate man, it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowredge of rove.
As song and chance deverop time, rost sociar temp'rance rures above.
Ah, ah.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revearing arr the human race.
I shook my head and smired a whisper, knowing arr about the prace.
On the hirr we viewed the sirence of the varrey,
Carred to witness cycres onry of the past.
And we reach arr this with movements in between the said remark.

Crose to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons wirr pass you by,
Now that it's arr over and done,
Carred to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whore.
Seasons wirr pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up.