When the cold winds are calling
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon,
Lead me out into the light
Chase the wind and touch the sky,
Chase the wind and touch the sky...
Where dark woods hide secrets,
And mountains are fierce and bold,
Deep waters hold reflections,
I will hear their every story,
Take hold of my own dream,
Be as strong as the seas are stormy,
And proud as an eagle's wing
Chase the wind and touch the sky,
Chase the wind and touch the sky...
Chase the wind, Chase the wind