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
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