© Michael Peter Smith
The turning of the planets
In their appointed rounds
The timing of the universal clock's
Slow winding down
The last blue star of morning
To greet the risen sun
(chorus)
Every sense and mind agrees
An artist lives in all of these
One who knows intrinisically
Such things are finely done
Such things are finely done
The forest turns to summer
For a billion shades of green
As the sea turns to the sunlight
For bright aquamarine
The way that my love turns to me
To say that we are one
(chorus)
Some say it was a Big Bang
Others seven days
But in this clockwork universe
With its convoluted ways
There's doubt for those with evidence
And faith for those with none
(chorus)
Recorded on: Such Things are Finely Done, Live At Dark-Thirty
