Lyrics:

I love the pounding of hooves, I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
I love my sweet woman down to the core

There's roads and there's roads, and they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth and roads of the spirit
The best roads of all are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me till they drop the big curtain

Hear the wind moan in the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days

Little round planet in a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at, obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see

Hear the wind moan in the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days
Hear the wind moan in the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting, brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term, but I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind till the end of my days