Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotus?s lean on each other in yearning
Over the hills where a swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
Morning to birth is born into shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun

Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
Making the shape of his questions at asking
Thinking the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun