Sky Born
Come outside and walk awhile
The grass is long
The sky is blue
The winter’s gone
It’s time to find a new life
We own our fate and
So I’ll carry mine
Like a souvenir from a better time
I’ll return the earth
What it gave to me
So let me go where I will
I hear a sky-born music still
It speaks of all things old and young
And always will
The passing breeze
Will whisper in your ear
Your breath is new
Your spring is here
Let your soul warm through
Your winter skin
We’ll start brand new like all the trees
After losing all their leaves
And how the broken earth
paints the field with seeds
So let us go where we will
There is a sky-born music still
It sings of all things old and young and always
Will
Let the cold lie down its head to sleep
Let our troubles be buried deep
Beneath our feet
So let us go where we will
There is a sky-born music still
It sings of all things old and young and always
will
-A special thanks to Ralph Waldo Emerson on this one.
