I love the pounding of hooves   I love engines that roar   I love the wild music of waves on the shore   And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars   Love my sweet woman down to the core       There's roads and there's roads   And they call, can't you hear it?   Roads of the earth   And roads of the spirit   The best roads of all   Are the ones that aren't certain   One of those is where you'll find me   Till they drop the big curtain       Hear the wind moan   In the bright diamond sky   These mountains are waiting   Brown-green and dry   I'm too old for the term   But I'll use it anyway   I'll be a child of the wind   Till the end of my days       Little round planet   In a big universe   Sometimes it looks blessed   Sometimes it looks cursed   Depends on what you look at obviously   But even more it depends on the way that you see   Hear the wind moan   In the bright diamond sky   These mountains are waiting   Brown-green and dry   I'm too old for the term   But I'll use it anyway   I'll be a child of the wind   Till the end of my days