Touch the Sky.

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When the cold wind's a a-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.

—Touch the Sky by Julie Fowlis

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