I would like to write a song | |
That is so vibrant and so intimate | |
That the earth would adopt it | |
As if it had sprung like the stream | |
From the land's memory | |
As if no one had written it but life itself | |
And my song would travel along | |
From bird to wing, to tree | |
To breeze to heart to breath to song | |
Because a song belongs to everyone | |
Like the spring |