A man was born on the wind
'Round his neck there's a sun on a thread
In his hand lies a world
Illusions of the places I've seen in my head
Nature will sing its song and rivers will flow
As our eyes gaze to the heavens below
Planets dance and rain clouds floating by
The ocean stood still when no seagulls could reply
Crows sang so sublime and sheep she wore wolf skin
As a sun hung on a thread shines down on a man born on the
wind