Lyrics
Sat high upon the hill
As the words stream past
A paper avalanche
Cascades into the sea
At the foot of the cliff
To ride on the heads of wild horses
As they come to far-off lands.
On the hill the green gleams
A desert sham
That was home to billions
Now grave to man
My birds, my birds my trees
My heart is in your seeking
And your freedom
That just is
Freedom just is
Freedom just is.
No need to own it all
Open up a hand
And let the bird fly up-
Taming, fencing, owning, possessing-
It’s a rich man’s work
How to tame a heart?
First nail it through
Like a wounded bird
Til the light falls
We slough of all
The things as if
They never mattered at all
Which they never did
But it takes so long to learn to walk
Lightly on
That freedom just is
Soon the borrowed atoms will collide-
Reforming as bird
To rise on air
And flee from man
They ride on those glistening winds
As their song explodes
Their phrases rising high and over the hill
Cascading by the solo figure
Sat still hands trailing in the river of words
That plunge into the sea
To ride on the foam
On the heads of the wild, wild horses
As they come back home
So far from this
In the far-off lands
Where freedom just is.