Set+her+free

Set her free on the spray in a sailors hair To ride the trade winds where they wander To the spice isles that shine at the edge of the world Where she may feed on rich tastes of wonder

Set her free in the flick of a horse riders mane So she might feed on the crystal clear mountain air And plunge like an eagle down the mountain side The wind jumping like a trout through her streaming hair

Set her free in the mess of wild artists box That she might dance among the colours there To blossom a world with her skipping feet Splashing her colours in the ... air

Set her free to ride on a fair fiddlers bow And set his swooping arm a swinging And see her fling round the floor like a leaf on the wind To set the whole swelling room to a singing

<span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">Set her free in the heat of a hot desert bare <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">To find the mysteries underground <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">To find the deep love that's buried there <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">To hear the deep embracing sound

<span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">She will be free wherever she tarries <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">As free as she has always been <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">The wild heart she so lightly carries <span style="background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0);">Has flown to find its homing tree

Set her free on the gusting shore To ride the trade winds where they wander To the spice isles rich with fragrances Where she may dust herself with wonder

Set her free on the top of a mountain tall To chant as the sun gilds the morning sky listen to / Hum with the bees in the fresh scented trees Feel the pulse of the seasons go by

where monks sing/chant as the morning unfurls

So she might gaze down like an eagle And hear the flies landing on a leaf To see each haystack and each needle

Set her free in an artists box That she might dance among the colours Until up springs a world from her high stepping feet / To spring a world with her skipping feet A universe with her shoulders

Set her free on a fiddlers bow And set his swooping arm a swinging And see her stomp like a dervish wild To set the swelling room a singing

Set her free in the desert bare That she might warm herself