Oh eyes are wild flowers with your demons of change.
May you find happiness there,
May all your hopes all turn out right.
Ooh may you find happiness there,
may you find warmth in the middle of the night.
We stood steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted. And the warmth rang true inside these bones as the old pine fell, we sang just to bless the morning. Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags-I’ve come to know the friends around you are all you’ll always have. Careless and young, free as the birds that fly, with weightless souls now.