Follow the leaves through the gates of twilight into the night, for a promise kept. Hand in hand beneath the starlight through familiar lands where spring once slept. Follow the sounds, of twilight calling, calling the host forgotten and known. Hand in hand when the leaves are falling through familiar places familiar as home. Listen now the truth is calling, within the heart her chords are played. Hand in hand to face the mysteries in familiar times, familiar days. You will know the answer when the moment matters; you will see the vision when the time has come. Hand in hand you will find the promise, find the beginning when the twilight comes.