Son, I want you to know the garden Soil in the morning, Poet's 'Lilly' Everything that you lay your hands upon Will one day dance with ashen faun So make tomorrow golden Dirt on your hands as the world runs circles World runs circles, world runs circles, world runs circles Like a broken record Son, I want you to know the forest Amber-soaked alders in the spring tide Everyone that you lay your chips upon Will one day dance with ashen faun So make tomorrow golden Gentle and kind as the world runs circles World runs circles, world runs circles, world runs circles Like a broken record ♪ Like a broken record ♪ Like a broken record