Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
It all turns, doesn't it?
The world goes 'round a day
The tide hangs like a trailer on the moon
It all turns, doesn't it?
The grass beneath the snow
One day will be growing
Green and new
And when you have to say goodbye
I wonder if it isn't wise
To know that in some holy sense
The circle brings it 'round again
'Cause it all turns, doesn't it?
A tooth becomes a space
And whistles when you face into the wind
It all turns, doesn't it?
On graduation day
One world fades away and one begins
And when you have to lеt it go
Somewhere in your heart you know
There is a river deep and true
That runs beneath all time and you
'Cause it all turns, doesn't it turn?
Never hold on to where you been
It all turns, doesn't it turn?
Daylight to darkness
Then daylight back again
It all turns, doesn't it?
The wrinkle of the skin
The graying of a thinner lock of hair
It all turns, doesn't it?
And in a tiny bed a newborn lays her head
And dreams a prayer
And when it's time to let it go
Somewhere in your heart you know
There is a river deep and true
That runs beneath all time and you
'Cause it all turns, it all turns
It all turns
A pendulum of grace
Moving hands across the face
Of all these days
Turns
In every then and now
We will raise the cup
And bow the heart in praise
It all turns
It All Turns was written by Billy Crockett & Milton Brasher-Cunningham.
It All Turns was produced by Billy Crockett.