The wheels of life keep turning. Spinning without control; The wheels of the heart keep yearning. For the sound of the singing soul. And nights are full with weeping. For sins of the past we've sown; But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping, Tomorrow the future's shown. Lift your eyes and see the glory. Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the Gates of Dawn. And whose is the hand who raises The sun from the heaving sea? The power that ever amazes ' We look, but never will see? Who scattered the seeds so life could be, Who coloured the fields of corn? Who formed the mould that made me ' me, Before the world was born? Lift your eyes and see the glory. Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the Gates of Dawn. Lift your eyes and see the glory. Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the Gates of Dawn. Lift your eyes and see the glory. Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the Gates of Dawn