A tall tree, turn and face the west
 O we’re running with the wind
 A high cliff-top, we’re waiting with the rest
 For this journey to begin
 
 But these broken wings won’t fly
 These broken wings won’t fly at all
 
 And how we laugh, but maybe we should crawl
 And ask to be excused
 We shout loudly, have answers to it all
 O but we have been refused
 
 Girl child, you’re dancing with the stream
 Growing with the silver trees
 Your young questions, you ask me what it means
 O but I am not at ease