The dew in your hair
The rain on a river
The cold morning air
And cranes flying south

We ran through the trees
And into the valley
And stood on the breeze
Like cranes flying south

To leave the world behind us
The coldness of despair
The chains that try to bind us
Will vanish in the air

So touch me again
And drink at the fountain
Then over the mountain
Like cranes flying south

To leave the world behind us
The coldness of despair
The chains that try to bind us
Will vanish in the air

So touch me again
And drink at the fountain
Then over the mountain
Like cranes flying south

Like cranes flying south