Birds of Passage (feat. Mari Randle)

They gather in the setting sun The cold has caught their wings, they turn Tomorrow's wind weighs heavy they know They know They sing above the autumn storm And heed a call from far away And wander on a western wave they know They know They were me, whose song is free They were me, whose song is old They never get old Ocean under tender skies Vei-led in the fading light Drawn unto the eventide they roam They know They were me, whose song is free They were me, whose song is old They never get old They were me, whose song is free They were me, whose song is old They never get old They gather in the setting sun The cold has caught their wings, they turn Tomorrow's wind weighs heavy they know They know