| Every time we feel the wind blow
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| Travel south beyond the deep snow
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| When the birds know it’s time to fly
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| River running, it’s deep and wide
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| Fickle season, summer’s gone
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| So on ancient routes we travel
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| Way of stars and way of gravel
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| Feel the rhythm of wings and feet
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| Feel the rhythm of days and weeks
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| Memory will lead the way
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| Call it teleology
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| Like the river runs to the sea
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| Come the season, find a reason
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| Home is anywhere you find me
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| On the mountain I’m a boulder
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| (I'm standing tall in the waterfall)
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| River pebble when I’m older
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| (I'm breaking up where the water runs)
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| Generations pass me by
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| Every life the blink of an eye
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| Wings are beating, seek the heat
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| And carry purpose on your shoulder
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| Time will bring you back to me
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| Like the river runs to the sea
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| Come the season, find a reason
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| Home is anywhere you find me |