Mm

May the winds carry forth
My soul when I'm gone
May the harsh of the storm
Never linger for long

May the birds ever fly
Where their journey leads them
May the land and the skies
Be ever blessed with freedom

Come, gather 'round and I'll spin you a tale
One of tyranny, of humble dreams
And those who prevail

It starts with a hopeful young bard and song
Through his melodies
The wicked king, he wouldn't rule long

A kingdom of isolation
Is as glorious as a prison
With a feather of eagle

The bard was entranced
As a sliver of freedom
Before him, it danced

What beauty may lie
Beyond these walls?
With reason to fight
The king would soon fall

In a moment it came
Desires to see
The clouds, the rain
Entire lands set free

The time had come to face the king
In an accumulation of everything
Oh, the bard would shape the future
With the message of his last words

May the winds carry forth
My soul when I'm gone
May the harsh of the storm
Never linger for long

May the birds ever fly
Where their journey leads them
May the land and the skies
Be ever blessed with freedom

May the winds carry forth
Your soul when you're gone (my soul when I'm gone)
May the harsh of the storm
Never linger for long

May the birds ever fly (as free as the night)
Where their journey leads them (and back again)
May the land and the skies
Be ever blessed with freedom
With freedom