Saturn's Fields - Sandra McCracken

We pack our bags, we board the train

For a tour of Saturn’s fields

And we don’t know what lies ahead

With seeds of promise safe in our heads

Everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

There is no map

No wise word to explain

You make me cry, you make me wait

I never was a patient child

But just in time, I slow and sway

The sun comes like a thief in the night

And everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

There is no map

No wise word to explain

Maybe you can slow me down

So small a thing

So great the sound

The cherry trees, a diamond ring

My heart it bends like rivers wild

To make more room for every change

Oh, I never was a patient child

But everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

Everything is rearranged

There is no map

No wise word to explain

We pack our bags, we board the train

For a tour of Saturn’s fields