Lyrics

Four When the storm clears and the sun shines We'll see the country beyond the garden Oh I was dragged here by an angel Against my weak will the stronger dictate Now I stand here, I've scaled the mountain That led from function to forms of glory And when our hands touched like worlds colliding A star exploding Then I knew that the wheel is turning The wheel is turning The wheel is turning The wheel is turning The wheel is turning Rust transmuted to gold and silver By strength of true will No more resistance No more resistance Just perfection Just perfection The wheel is turning The wheel is turning The wheel is turning The wheel is turning