Singing in the hills, and whistling in the valleys, Stroking the pines, scratching what my heart please, Lettin' the wind, blow my mind the way it will, When, you do, you do, you do, You don't Thinking about, the woes that you are running from, Or dwell, upon, the world that you are coming from, Just let, the sun, the sky the air the feeling you are free to happy be
Free to be happy be, Happy be endlessly, Just turn in space and feel, Just turn in space, just turn and face the wind, the winged way you wind and you flap and fly, and watch the world float by and be happy be
Watching the plains, rolling by like water waves, The veils, from clouds, the drops and drips as they cascade, The lights in the night, dancing in the northern sky, Bright, and wide, fingers reaching stars they hide Branches on trees, scratching at the winter wind, Waiting, for warmth, to slowly bring the greening in, Crisp is the air, and all that I am taking in, it lets me be free