oh that i were a winged bird
floating in the tres
living life brilliantly
oh that i were a creature
high up in the canopies
drifting merrily over foamy seas
calling all my brothers
early in the morn and eve
happily and free
maybe in my next life
a feather'd being id born be
so ever from this mortal coil
id be so ever free
wind currents id ride
and in clouds id hide
oh that i were thee