Текст песни
Everything has its season, Everything has its time,
Show me a reason and Ill soon show you a rhyme.
Cats fit on the window sill, Children fit in the snow.
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go? Rivers belong where they can ramble,
Eagles belong where they can fly.
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free.
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Every man has his daydreams, Every man has his goals.
People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul.
Thunderclouds have their lightening. Nightingales have their song.
And don't you see I want my life to be something more than long?
So many men seem destined to settle for something small,
but I wont rest until I know Ill have it all.
So don't ask where Im going, but listen when Im gone.
And far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn.