The Wild Song

A pale bird flies over open sea

Singing sweet soul music to me

The ancient winds crying cold and flying free

Carry winter whispers through the trees



A soft voice murmurs a haunting melody

As it flows to the river from a stream

The gentle breeze carries youthful memory

Through the shaded valley of my dreams



I have come through the darkness

Touched the moon's new fallen dew

I have found there a place

Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart



There the dawn is wide with the scent of spring

With a red sun burning on the tide

In the hazel forest the blackbird sings

Of a secret place I keep inside



I have traveled far, I have made the road my home

But that music never will depart

I have walked the shoreline where seabirds cry alone

But a wild song echoes in my heart



I have come through the darkness

Touched the moon's new fallen dew

I have found there a place

Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart

Where the wild song echoes, echoes in my heart