Leave behind a feather, fly away.
Strum a string, another for the day.
Sing sing sing, from the heart, where you are.
I can hear you, here, amongst the stars.
There’s one there, a mountain.
At the foothills of time.
You’ll find me waiting,
after your climb.
Go on, there’s no delay.
After all that’s come to dismay.
Drift off a feather, fly away.
And strum a string, another for the day.