The Turning Mill by Alec Betterley Lyrics

Mothers and daughters at first little bloom
Come place your petals at dust under moon
The prairie draw close for a father and son
Sing for the lost, gather round
They answer all, bear they witness to war
They take their places and make it run forth
It goes in circles and gives to them power
Sing for the lost, gather round

Gather round, watch it spin for she
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Wind it up, let it win for me and
Turn it round til the sunshine
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Wind it up, let it win for me and
Turn it round til the sun

Mothers and sisters from near and away
Swim with the swimming and march you in place
That in the distance and smoke and the sand
Sing for the lost, gather round
She dreamt a dream where the city was blessed
Wind it was running from east and from west
She place a hand on his heart and his strings
Sing for the lost, gather round
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Wind it up, let it win for me and
Turn it round til the sunshine
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Gather round, watch it spin for she
Wind it up, let it win for me and
Turn it round til the sun