If You Believe - Lisa Kelly

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 breeze’s crisp and cold

A chill enfolds the countryside

Kiss of morning mist upon the meadow

Scent of wood smoke swirling in the air

Signals that it’s high time for the harvest

Every pumpkin, peach and prickly pear

With ripened fruit to bear

If you believe in who you are

Who you are 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

(If you believe)

(If you believe)

(If you believe)

(If you believe)

(If you believe)

(Always meant to…)

Always standing right beside you

One true friend is there to guide you

To believe

In who you are

Who you are 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

(If you believe)

(If you believe)

(If you believe)