Little by little the night turns around
 Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
 Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
 Over the hills 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
 Love is the shadow that ripens the wine

 Set the controls for the heart of the sun

 Witness the man who wanes at the wall
 Making the shape of his question to heaven
 Whether the sun will fall in the evening
 Will he remember the lesson of giving

 Set the controls for the heart of the sun