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 murmers 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 travelled 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