| G | C | D | |
| As the wind chimes | play al | ong the breeze |
| G | C | D | |
| Singing songs to | stir the | soul, |
| G G/F C/E D C D G | G | |
| Rainbow colours entwined in fairytales On the maypole... |
| G | C | D | |
| Sing the song of | lands from | far away, |
| G | C | D | |
| Other times and a | nother | place, |
| G G/F C/E D C D G | G | |
| The wind can carry us all away from here Charmed in her embrace... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves turn to red, the | nights are getting col | der, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Seasons will | change, the | clock ticks | on... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves fill the trees as the | days are getting war | mer, |
| G Em G D | D | |
| Days turn to years, the clocks ticks on... |
| | C D | G Em | C D | G |
| G | C | D | |
| A c | loak and dagger, no | fear of | freedom |
| G | C | D | |
| When hearts beat in ano | ther | time, |
| G G/F C/E D C D G | G | |
| Ever changing, the clock ticks on, If only in your mind... |
| G | C | D | |
| The | wind has died and the | chimes are | still again |
| G | C | D | |
| The | trees stand tall as they | cover me in | shade |
| G G/F C/E D C D G | G | |
| In the mirror a maiden stares at me As the secret fades... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves turn to red, the | nights are getting col | der, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Seasons will | change, the | clock ticks | on... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves fill the trees as the | days are getting war | mer, |
| G Em G D | D | |
| Days turn to years, the clocks ticks on... |
| | Em H | Em D | G C | G D | C G/H | Am G | C | D | D | D | D | |
| G | C | D | |
| Though the clock ticks on | to the | future |
| G | C | D | |
| It's in the past my | heart will s | tay |
| G G/F C/E D C D G | G | |
| In a time so far away from me I'll return someday... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves turn to red, the | nights are getting col | der, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Seasons will | change, the | clock ticks | on... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves fill the trees as the | days are getting war | mer, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Days turn to | years, the | clocks ticks | on... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves turn to red, the | nights are getting col | der, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Seasons will | change, the | clock ticks | on... |
| G | G | D | |
| Leaves fill the trees as the | days are getting war | mer, |
| G | Em | G | D | |
| Days turn to | years, the | clocks ticks | on... |
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