The Bird Lyrics
All evil thoughts and pathful memorties are washed awayBy the radiance of golden springStanding as a flaming torch on the road of timePast, present and future gathered in one forcePhysical pleasure; summer is mineI'm dying in the darknessI'm living in the lightI'm but a song, a voice in the windAnd I feel like flyingThe wheel has turnedThe flame still burnsNo more hiding under the iceI'm but a song; the wind carries me onThe bird of light shall riseI feed off ligh; light is my sourcePast, present and future gathered in one forceSummer I greet theeThou art my timeAnd I feel like flyingThe wheel has turnedThe flame still burnsNo more hiding under the iceI'm but a song; the wind carries me onThe bird of light shall riseAs winter diesHot is the fire now burningBright are the songs they playBut when the winter spiritsOnce more take the sun awayWill it be freeWill it be freeWill it be free
Wuthering Heights The Bird
