You probably come from Canada
Where the cold wind chased you down
Is that a touch of snow upon your wings
Are you headed southward bound
Move quickly wild bird
The hunter comes from town
He longs to see you on his wall
You match his mantelpiece in brown
Faster wild bird
The sun is sinking down
I'd love to ride your noble wings
I would utter not a sound
There must be some kind of blue sky somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild winds
Take what's left of living for you
You probably come from Asia
Where the seas are deep and clear
When you rise to break the rolling waves
Your body glistens like a mirror
Faster great blue one
It's the fisherman I hear
There's a pretty price upon your head
They're paying well for you this year
Faster great blue one
Your darkest storm is near
I'd love to ride your great blue tail
All your secrets I'd hold dear
There must be some kind of blue sea somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild waves
Take what's left of living for you
verse 3
You probably come from Idaho
Where the cool air treats you right
Where you roam the sauntered mountains
In your savage delight
Move quickly brave bear
The builder scales your heights
Your home to him's worth millions now
So there's nothing he won't try
Faster brave bear
The moon is losing light
I'd love to run the trail with you
Scream your courage through the night
There must be some kind of mountain somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild lands
Take what's left of living for you
There must be some kind of new world somewhere
God made especially for you
Children of the wild world
Take what's left of living for you