I send my dreams on raven's wings
over the mountains and to the sea.
I send my dreams on raven's wings -
what answer will come back to me?
Through the pass and along the shore,
where my footprints are no more,
into the gold of the setting sun -
bless the path of this lonely one.
My soul's song rides the Westerly,
atop the wild and white-maned wave,
where once I set my spirit free,
with trusting heart, and mettle brave.
Speak to my spirit that yearns sky-bound,
words that will lift me from the ground.
Skybird, sing me a traveling song.
Sing me back where I belong.