Lyric

Birdsong drifts through morning dew

I sing with forest breath

I call for rain like thunder through

The treetops to the West

Old man whispers truth to me

Of the places he has been

He shakes his head with reverie

And sings his song again

He said

Oooooooooooo

High above the yellow pines

From a clifftop ledge I stand

And stare out past the boundary line

To the oceans and the sand

My call echoes through the wood

Of the land I call my home

The dawn will come like morning should

But tomorrow I will roam

And I sing

Oooooooooooo