You live, by the moon,
And the stars, in the night,
A ghost in a storm...
The wind, and the rain,
And the clouds, and the trees,
Are singing your song...
You are the Son of the Wind,
Non are of freedom...
They hunt, and they chase,
And they seek til their done,
Your soul 'not be won...
You are the Son of the Wind,
Non are of freedom...
The wind, and the rain...
(The wind, and the rain)
And the clouds...
(The clouds, the clouds, the clouds)
And the trees, are singing your song...
The wind, and the rain...
The clouds, and the trees...
Are singing your song...