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.
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 got to be where my spirits can run free.
Got to find my corner of the sky.
Every man has his daydreams.
Every man has his goal.
People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul.
Thunderclouds have their lightning.
Nightingales have their song.
And don'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 got to be where my spirit can run free.
Got to find my corner of the sky.
So many men seem destined.
To settle for something small.
But I wont rest until I know I'll have it all.
So don't ask where I'm going.
Just listen when I'm gone.
And far away you'll hear me singing.
Softly to the dawn:
Rivers belong where they can ramble.
Eagles belong where they can fly.
I've got to be where my spirit can run free.
Got to find my corner of the sky.

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