When the cold wind's a-calling
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sayin' and beckonin':
"Meet me out into the light".

I will ride, I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky.
I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky.

Where darkness hides secrets,
And mountains are fierce and bold,
Deep waters pour perfections
Of times lost long ago.

I will hear every story take hold of my own dream.
Be as strong as the seas are stormy
And as 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 and touch the sky.

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