Free
The sun is shinning over the treetops,
The wind is blowing the autumn leaves,
The flowing river reflects the stars above,
As we sit on the hill and watch the world go by.
We're free like the birds in the sky,
As a fox chasseing it's prey under the moon lit sky,
You can hear the cubs yelping for their mother,
And you can see it all from the sky above
By
Millie