Текст песни
Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow, so
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've gotta be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky
Every man has his daydream
Every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their song
Can't you see I want my life to be something more than long?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've gotta be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky
So many men seem destined
To settle for something small
But I won't rest until I know I'll have it all
So don't ask me where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn
To the dawn
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've gotta be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky