A light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold On a road of bird song and chocolate chips A busker's jump was innkeeper's welcoming call The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown moors
Weaving my wings from many colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild Weaving my world into a tapestry of life It's fire, golden, in my Walden
I will taste the moonlight in every tree Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills An early morning green booth concerto Greets my Walden with its eternal voice
Weaving my wings from many colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild Weaving my world into a tapestry of life It's fire, golden, in my Walden
Weaving my wings from many colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild Weaving my world into a tapestry of life It's fire, golden, in my Walden
Weaving my wings from many colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
I do not wish to evade the world Yet I will forever build my own