Just about love, like the wing of some high-flying bird,
That I ever [bad word] to you.
Of the people I've been, of the visions I have seen,
Of the songs I will sing to you, you can hear every word,
And the places I have been at times, just trying to be,
These things can only matter here if you have time.
Someone will call your name and [bad word] to me, free.

These things can only happen once in a lifetime,
Of the things I think about, of situations that I can hear sometimes,
Someone will touch you softly and it will be me,
Free as the wind, free as the rain falling,
Free as the night, free as nature calling