A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze, symbiotic heart-attack. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
No borders, no empires, no inquisitions, point or blame. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Up North, down South, back East and out West, they're saying his bright-eyed name. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies. Still. Like a humming bird that flies.
He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One, -coming One
Armed only with an old guitar, broken-end on wits and whim, He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Humming bird up in an April sky, observed and said of him He's becoming One, -coming One Yeah, he's coming home.