Returning

Longing, for returning To simplicity at its best The quiet life, of bird songs, and the whisper of the plants Oh, it's a slow pace A peaceful place My kind of heaven No racing to the next Just meandering through time Bright eyed Receiving The brush strokes, of this brilliant cosmic dreamer Who created all of it Bare foot Bare breast Oh, lay me on the earth to rest Sinking in my roots, out of my head Thoughtless, like the presence of lovers In a bed of wild flower Howling at the moon I am thrills and chills that only come From feeling it all I'm feelin' all of it I'm feelin' it all I'm grieving, grieving the loss of the wild ones I used to be one I used to, I used to , I used to, I used to be one Oh, I'm grieving, grieving the loss of the wild ones I used to be one I used to, I used to , I used to, I used to be one Owww (howling) Owww (howling) Someday, someday soon I will return to the wildness of my being To the wild, in me Someday, someday soon I will return, to the wildness of my being To the wild, in me Owwww (Howling) Owwww (Howling) Someday, someday soon I will return to the wildness of my being To the wild, in me Longing, for returning To simplicity at it's best, the quiet life of bird songs And the whisper, of the plants