When cold wind is a calling

And the sky is clear and bright,

Misty mountains sing and beckon me

Lead me out into the night.

I will ride, I will fly

Chase the wind and touch the sky.

I will fly

Chase the wind and touch the sky.

Where dark roots hide secrets

And mountains are fierce and bold.

Deep waters hold reflections

Of times lost long ago.

I will hear their e’ry story

Take hold of my own dreams

Be as strong as the seas are stormy,

And proud as an eagle’s scream.

I will ride, I will fly

Chase the wind and touch the sky.

I will fly,

Chase the wind and touch the sky.

And touch the sky

Chase the wind

Chase the wind

Touch the sky