Where The Hours Bloom

Let the hours bloom, let the seasons turn.
What the heart remembers, the earth returns.
Let the hours bloom, let the rivers run.
Every ending carries something yet to come.
Ooh. Footprints in the snow fading with the sun.
Every little moment becomes another one.
Hailuma, hailuma, kele, kele.
Hailuma, hailuma.
Let the hours bloom, let the seasons turn.
What the heart remembers, the earth returns.
Let the hours bloom, let the rivers run.
Every ending carries something yet to come.
An unopened letter,
a stone beside the sea.
All the things we carry