If You Believe

Time to turn the maple brilliant crimson
Time to turn the Aspen's sparkling gold
Time to tumble apples from their branches
Time to turn the breezes crisp and cold
A chill enfolds the country side.

Kiss of morning mist upon the meadows
Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air
Signals that it's high time for the harvest
Every 'punkin', peach, and prickly pear
With ripened fruit to bear.

If you believe in who you are
Who you were always meant to be
If you open up your heart
Then you'll set your spirit free.

In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine
Come and see
Take my hand
Come with me and fly.

Always standing right beside you
One true friend is there to guide you.

To believe in who you are
Who you were always meant to be
If you open up your heart
Then you'll set your spirit free.

In this time of the season
Every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine
Come and see
Take my hand
Come with me and fly.