Interpret:

Lindsey Stirling

Album:

Covers

Here we come to a turning of the season
Witness to the arc towards the sun
And neighbors' blessed burden within reason
Becomes a burden born of all and one
And nobody, nobody knows


Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all


Monument to build beneath the arbors
Upon a cliff that towers towards the trees
But every vessel pitching hard to starboard
Lay its head on summer's freckled knees
And nobody, nobody knows


Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all


And there a wreath of trillium and ivy
Laid upon the body of a boy
Lazy will the long come from its high beam
Return this quiet certitude to the soil


So raise a glass to turnings of the season
And watch it as it arcs towards the sun
And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason
And your labors will be born when all is done
And nobody, nobody knows


Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all