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Time is turning, burning underground,
Waking the heartland, shaking the town;
Chaos and order, primitive drive,
Crossing the border.
Chessboard dancer,
Games of skill and chance;
Chessboard dancer,
Dancing the chessboard dance.
Time is turning cycles of sound,
Tangents and orbits inside out and upside down;
Oceans and deserts, drops of water,
Grains of sand, like sons and daughters.
Chessboard dancer,
Games of skill and chance;
Chessboard dancer,
Dancing the chessboard dance.
Time is turning seasons around,
Living and learning where we're bound;
You've got to move it, got to fly,
You've got to prove it.
Chessboard dancer,
Games of skill and chance;
Chessboard dancer,
Dancing the chessboard dance.
Chessboard dancer,
Games of skill and chance;
Chessboard dancer,
Dancing the chessboard dance.
Recorded by Rawlins Cross of St. John's, NL (Crossing The Border, 1992).
