As strong as the tide

snatching at a feather

as strong as the wind

that's driving bad weather

As powerful to me

as the ticking of time

you give me a reason

I'll give you a dime.

I'll roam the earth over

through lightening and storm

o'er mountains and valleys

where shadows are born

when sunset hits red stone

I'll be there to see

in the canyon where winds moan

because I am free.

If life disappoints

from one place to another

I'll just go move on

to find my dear brother

Then fly myself over

the wind on the heather

To disappear into 

the mist of the nether.