The future will be for­ever told,
in a ball of crys­tal and a cup of gold.
The clouds are dark and trou­ble looms,
The light­ning cracks and thun­der booms.
Where will we be at summer's end,
when the win­ter growls as it begins.
Stand­ing beneath a shaded tree,
arm in arm, just you and me.
For­ever at peace within, with­out,
the love we have never in doubt.

There are hopes and dreams left untold,
in a ball of crys­tal and a cup of gold.
Dark clouds break and the sun shines bright,
and joy is echoed even in the night.
What will we do when the win­ter dies,
when sum­mer brings the world alive.
Stay together thick and thin,
and let the cycle begin again.

The future is new and the past is old,
in a ball of crys­tal and a cup of gold.
The clouds are gone and the skies are clear,
and you know in your heart that no storms are near.
Who will we be when the sum­mer does wane,
when the trees change color and we walk in cold rain.
Who we were meant to be out­side and in,
and the love in our heart has no end.

Pas­sion silently unfolds,
in a ball of crys­tal and a cup of gold.
The clouds have gath­ered and the storm is here,
but in your heart you no longer fear.
The pass­ing of time and giv­ing of hope,
for love is eter­nal inside of both.
When the sum­mer cries, and win­ter screams,
that is the tale, of future dreams.

Love is young and life is old
in a ball of crys­tal and a cup of gold.
When peace does come in the dark of night,
and the pas­sion of life still burns bright.
Hold­ing tight the world now seems,
to antic­i­pate the future dreams
And in the shadow of the wan­ing tide,
I will always be at your side.

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