I was born on the shore of Lake Erie
Seven pounds in nature's hands
My mother told me never to be caught
With more than I could hold in my two arms

I was gone in the wind
The second I was old enough to walk
I made crowns out of flowers
And dug down to the earth's fire core

I run along the lands
That open up my heart to more
And I change again
Into the iron horse

I can't believe
That they'd cut down all the trees
But they never did belong to me
They never did belong to me

I came after they left the scene
To count the rings of age
Alone for the first time
It was only the trees that ever knew my name