The Clientele - Your Song

Текст песни

I heard your song
And so I long
To pack my things
To spread my wings
To see the world
Its tale unfurled
To know its code
To take its road
I’ve got a mind to sail
To forge a mythic trail
I’m feeling spry
And so I cry
To move my feet
Throw back the sheets
Come rain or shine
I’ll toe the line
I’ll follow through
I’ll follow you
I’ve got a mind to sail
To forge a mythic trail