Children of the Wild World - Michael Martin Murphey

You probably come from Canada the cold winds chased you down

Is that a touch of snow upon your wing are you headed southward bound

Move quickly wild bird the hunter comes from town

He longs to see you on his wall you match his mantlepiece of brown

Faster wild bird your sun is sinking down

I’d love to ride your noble wings I would utter not a sound

There must be some kind of blue sky somewhere

God made especially for you

Children of the wild wings go there now

And take what’s left of living for you

You probably come from Asia where the sears are deep and clear

When you rise to break the rolling waves your body glistens like a mirror

Move faster great blue one it’s the fisherman I hear

And there’s a pretty price upon your head they’re paying well for you this year

Faster great blue one your darkest storm is near

I’d love to ride your great blue tail all your secrets I’d hold dear

There must be some kind of blue sea somewhere…

You probably come from Idaho where the cool air treats you right

Where you roam the Sages Mountains in your savage delight

Move quickly brave bear the builder scales your heights

And your home to him’s worth millions now so there’s nothing he won’t fight

Faster brave bear your moon is losing light

I’d love to run the trail with you scream your courage through the night

There must be some kind of mountain somewhere…

There must be some kind of new world somewhere…

Children of the wild wings go there now

And take what’s left of living for you