In the early morning, just out of sight
There's a bird that’s flying, from left to right
A new tree is growing, there's due that bites
There's a kite that flying, higher in the sky
There’s a breeze that's blowing
The doctor's here alright
The surf's getting rougher now
But we can swim alright
But don't be defeated, by the coming night
By the wind that's blowing, as cold as ice
