i sit under heaven and measure its reaches and stars i stand still considering the mystery with trembling and awe gentle the east wind she spreads out a new sky and scatters her bright clouds and snow i walk in the search of the depths for memories of visions my soul seems to know wind speaks her secrets in languages ancient and deep whispering her mystery in words that my mind cannot keep i dream i remember the voice of the morning stars singing so near singing so near but then i awake they fade and i m left with the echoes my soul seems to hear i ll fly like a bird to your mountain high i ll cry and be heard singing to the sky i ll fly like a bird i ll fly from the world shadows won t darken forever a new day will dawn though weeping endure for a night in the morning it s gone sweet follows bitter and lightens a heart full of sorrow for what it could be answers will come in the still of a moment and sometimes my soul seems to see i ll fly like a bird to your mountain high i ll cry and be heard singing to the sky i ll fly like a bird i ll fly from the world i ll fly like a bird to your mountain high i ll cry and be heard singing to the sky i ll fly like a bird i ll fly from the world