You’ve heard the wind

       Around you as it sighs,

A sound of weeping mountains

       To which you sing,

And caught within the power

       Of your eyes,

Your solitude will rise

       Upon your wing.

You’ve felt a bliss

       Which no one knows,

A feeling in your heart

       To which you cling,

You live within a solitude

       Where no one goes,

And only this will rise

       Upon your wing.

You’ve drunk the rain

       That tumbles from the skies,

And careless as the wind

       Is your freedom which you fling,

For caught within the power

       Of your cries,

You solitude will rise

       And make you king!