May the winds carry forth
May the harsh of the storm
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
It starts with a hopeful young bard and song
The wicked king, he wouldn't rule long
Is as glorious as a prison
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
May the harsh of the storm
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
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