you probably come from canada the cold winds chased you down is that a touch of snow upon your wing 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 mantlepiece of brown faster wild bird your 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 wings go there now and take what s left of living for you you probably come from asia where the sears are deep and clear when you rise to break the rolling waves your body glistens like a mirror move faster great blue one it s the fisherman i hear and 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 you probably come from idaho where the cool air treats you right where you roam the sages mountains in your savage delight move quickly brave bear the builder scales your heights and your home to him s worth millions now so there s nothing he won t fight faster brave bear your 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 there must be some kind of new world somewhere children of the wild wings go there now and take what s left of living for you