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 enfolds the countryside Kiss of morning mist upon the meadow Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air Signals that its high time for the harvest Every pumpkin, peach and prickly pear With ripened fruit to bear If you believe in who you are Who you are always meant 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 If you believe If you believe If you believe If you believe If you believe Always meant to... Always standing right beside you One true friend is there to guide you To believe In who you are Who you are always meant 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 If you believe If you believe If you believe
believe, every, meant, time, always