Sometimes I wander
Wander along the path
Where the old crow caws
And the raven laughs
The silhouettes lay against the sky
With jet black wings I see them fly
The lark she sings
Her notes are bold
She sings of a story
That’s never been told
Then I see the mountains
Standing there
And the sun red as fire
Shining so fair
It looks to me
As if a dream
Is opening up to me
In the sky blue mountains
On a calm, calm sea
