I sit up on the hill at peace.
The day goes by as I sit here feeling free.
Something tranquil comes
over me!
It's a spirit deep down
inside of me.
The cry of the lone wolf that
comes out of my mouth.
Following through the night,
waiting for the sound
to answer me.
I listen to the wind blow,
through the leaves
of the trees.
From the sounds of the
little birds,
that come through
  I can see and hear some
others I can't see.
The call of the red tail hawk
in the distance
For I'm
beneath the trees
Wishing you were here
To share these sounds
with me
I believe it derives
from
The tribe called Cree

Simba