I am a child on a swing,
I am a mountain, way up high
The wind when it blows
A cloud in the sky

I am song at the dawn
The new break of dew
I am the voice of their eyes
And the smell of the true

I am a dream of a dream
The moon, a summer's night
Iridescent, all seeing
A star out of sight

I am a passing bird
One among the trees
Living its own
A bird, I am free