If I was a boy becoming a man, a Morningstar would break a rainbow
And make a path for me to run
Like an eagle
Over here, over there
Over here, over there
Good morning, good morning
I would come forth running bearing a cloud on my head
I would pray for the road to open and flower
I would cry for a vision
I see the cranes
The sound of the ocean in my ears
The taste of salt in my mouth
Running to the mountain
Running to the mountain
I would consume only light
Singing my songs
That reach the moon and stars
I would run towards the mountains to sustain me