Touch the Sky.
2:01:00 PM
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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