Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Woke up early, said hey to Roy,
Owner of the house, just a quiet old boy.
Walked to the shop, but it’s shut till ten,
So I wandered on, met a German friend.

(Chorus)
Round and round, the washer spins,
Tumbling stories deep within.
People come and people go,
In Findhorn’s rhythm, time runs slow.

(Verse 2)
Shona’s in the shop, keeps things right,
Dylan’s by the washer, helping out polite.
Steve strolls in, just a regular guy,
Throwing in his laundry, watching time fly.

(Chorus)
Round and round, the washer spins,
Tumbling stories deep within.
People come and people go,
In Findhorn’s rhythm, time runs slow.

(Bridge)
A moment’s pause, a chat, a smile,
Life’s unfolding all the while.
From the shop to the laundry, the café too,
Every soul’s got a tale to view.

(Outro)
So here I stand, in this old town,
Watching the world keep spinning ‘round.
One more wash, one more song,
Findhorn’s heartbeat, rolling strong.