Touch the sky

When cold winds are calling,                               

And the sky is clear and bright,

Misty mountains sing and beckon, 

Lead 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 dark woods hide secrets,

And mountains are fierce and bold, 

Deep waters hold reflections, 

Of times lost long ago. 

I will hear their every story, 

Take hold of my own dream,

Be as strong as the seas are stormy,

And 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, chase the wind.

Touch the sky.