Wild
When the leaves stir with sound
And the light is peaking
I lift my feet from the ground
I rapturously see
My happiness is nothing
My clothes are nothing
And when I hear the wild call
I'll be traveling on.
I'm traveling on.
In the arms of all that raised me
I'm carried home
To the depths of a dreaming child.
Among the shadows we were born
Always in search of something more
My happiness is nothing
My clothes are nothing
And when I hear the wild call
I'll be traveling on.
I'm traveling on.
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