Cassidy

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.

I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream

Ah, child of countless trees.

Ah, child of boundless seas

What you are; what you're meant to be

Speaks his name, though you were born to me

Born to me, Cassidy

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac

I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back

Come wash the nightime clean.

Come grow the scorched ground green.

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.

Close the gap of the dark years in between

You and me, Cassidy.

Quick beats in an icy heart

Catch-colt draws a coffin cart

There he goes and how here she starts

Hear her cry

Flight of the sea-birds

Scattered like the lost words

Wheel to the storm and fly

Faring thee well, now let your life proceed by it's own design

Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.

Faring thee well now, let you life proceed by it's own design

Faring the well now, let the words be yours I'm done with mine