"just go hang those pretty little feet off a dock somewhere, off a cliff somewhere.
let 'em hang and sway, get 'em wet, make 'em cold,
let the breeze move 'em this way and that way;
make your legs work hard to hang on to those pretty little feet.
let 'em have an adventure of their own somewhere."
We are the children of a sun king...
Cloud by day, and the fire of night
We will never look back
Young and old with a sojourner soul
Illuminate the path
Follow were the moon does shine
Through the leaves of trees above
Wild life, holy night
The ocean is singing of
The earth trembles with his love