When the cold wind is calling and the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon, lead me out into the light.
I will ride, I will fly
Chase the wind, and touch the sky.
I will fly,
Chase the wind, and touch the sky.
Na-na Na-na Na-na
Na-na Na Na Na-na Na
Na-na Na-na Na-na Na-na
Na-na Na Na Na-na Na
*Break *
Where dark woods hide secrets,
and mountains are fierce and bold.
Deep waters hold reflections of times lost long a-go.
I will hear their every story, take hold of my own dream,
Be as strong as the seas are stormy and proud as an eagles scream.
I will ride, I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky.
I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky.
Na-na Na-na Na-na
Na-na Na Na Na-na Na
Na-na Na-na Na-na Na-na
Na-na Na Na Na-na Na