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