The stars look down from high above,

The wind blows soft and free,

Everything that's here belongs.

Everything but me.

I am from the world of man,

In that world I was born,

But now I journey o're this land,

I was, at first, forlorn.

The first night was a horror

The sounds chased sleep away,

But now each night I tire,

I rest easy where I lay.

The world of man is where I fit,

But never was it home.

Now I am a happy outcast,

Glad to live alone.

For as I lie so out of place,

I cast my eyes about,

And see that I have everything,

I can't get by without.

There is no noise, there is no smog

No buildings, and no cars,

No shouts, nor stinking fog,

But water flows, beasts come to drink,

And I'm watch o're by the stars.