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 wil song echoes, echoes in my heart
