I hear the wind call my name
A sound that leads me home again
Toward the that lonely, sparkling place
Where the suns slow descent began

Over the ocean I sail
Never anchored down
To stand upon the foreign lands
I'll never be stagnant bound

My heart belonging to the wind
Its song within me still
Beating its siren call in my chest
And I know it always will

For to finally succeed and find the place
Where the sun and moon do rest
When I at lastly win that race
Is in my deathbed rest

Then I will be a spirit of the breeze
Lighter than the air
Traveling to find that glorious place
My hope; to nare make it there.