The songs of the world are like winds
Warm or cold, gentle or raging
We are carried by them like birds
To different landscapes and climes
They can be dangerous or stirring
Making wrecks or catching sails
Each note grows wings, each stave
Is the air streaming
The songs of the world bring stories
Of struggle, love and beginnings
You can pull down blinds, draw curtains
Or stride out boldly and sing