The Bird

I feel off light; light is my source

All evil thoughts and pathful memorties are washed away

By the radiance of golden spring

Standing as a flaming torch on the road of time

Past, present and future gathered in one force

Physical pleasure; summer is mine

I'm dying in the darkness

I'm living in the light

I'm but a song, a voice in the wind

And I feel like flying

The wheel has turned

The flame still burns

No more hiding under the ice

I'm but a song; the wind carries me on

The bird of light shall rise

I feed off ligh; light is my source

Past, present and future gathered in one force

Summer I greet thee

Thou art my time

And I feel like flying

The wheel has turned

The flame still burns

No more hiding under the ice

I'm but a song; the wind carries me on

The bird of light shall rise

As winter dies

Hot is the fire now burning

Bright are the songs they play

But when the winter spirits

Once more take the sun away

Will it be free

Will it be free

Will it be free