Wind song, restless and free, spiraling ever high

To ride the wings of the eagle and lark, flying to catch the wind.

Silent, high on a hill, listen within your heart

And you will her a melody drifting upon the wind.

Music, high in the trees, beating within the Earth

Will sing to you if you open your heart, riding upon the wind.

If you look for me there, seeking with other eyes,

You’’ll know I’ve gone the way of my heart, drifting upon the wind.

Let my soul song ride the wind

To be heard by the heart of the bard

And be sun to the ones I love,

So they know we ne’er did part.

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