Monday, April 14, 2008

children of the wild world



You probably come from Canada
the cold winds chased you down
Is that a touch of snow upon your wing
are you headed southward bound?

Move quickly wild bird, the hunter comes from town
He longs to see you on his wall you match his mantlepiece of brown.
Faster wild bird, your sun is sinking down
I'd love to ride your noble wings I would utter not a sound.

There must be some kind of blue sky somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild winds go there now
And take what's left of living for you.

You probably come from Asia
where the seas are deep and clear
When you rise to break the rolling waves
your body glistens like a mirror.

Move faster great blue one it's the fisherman I hear
And there's a pretty price upon your head they're paying well for you this year
Faster great blue one your darkest storm is near
I'd love to ride your great blue tail all your secrets I'd hold dear.

There must be some kind of blue sea somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild seas go there now
And take what's left of living for you.

You probably come from Idaho where the cool air treats you right
Where you roam the Sages Mountains in your savage delight
Move quickly brave one, the builder scales your heights
And your home to him's worth millions now so there's nothing he won't fight.

Faster brave one,
your moon is losing light
I'd love to run the trail with you,
scream your courage through the night.

There must be some kind of mountain somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild lands go there now
And take what's left of living for you.

There must be some kind of new world somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild world go there now
And take what's left of living for you.

1 comment:

gary steward said...

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