Light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold
On a road of birdsong and chocolate shops
Of buskers, jugglers, innkeeper's welcoming call
The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods

Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns
Flying higher, higher, higher
Into the wild
Weaving my world into tapestry of life
Its fire golden
In my Walden

I will taste the manna in every tree
Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills
An early morning greenwood 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 tapestry of life
Its fire golden
In my Walden

Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns
Flying higher, higher, higher
Weaving my world into tapestry of life
Its fire golden
In my Walden

Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns
Flying higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher

I do not wish to evade the world
Yet I will forever build my own
Forever build my own
Forever my home

Forever my home