Come children everywhere, it's winds we begin. The Great Migration is home to wind, up us on that hill. We plant the waving flag to say, down into the valley we go to praise, horrah, horrah, hooray. Listen to the world as they fret all the way, but we of rainbow warriors plant our feet to say, we are ones with our wings, we fly against the mighty breeze, horrah, horrah, hooray.
Dance to the tune of time hooray, hooray. And we are going to the other side, horrah, hooray. And when we find our hearts in chime, we can sing on this sacred dime (sky's embrace, one land), horrah, hooray, hooray. Little children, old ones say, it's time, it's time. And we who are the parents, the stable winds will shine, because we love the world today, to show them how just how to praise, for this world knows we are going home to a new way.
Listen to the world and sing hooray, hooray. WE are going to bring love abundantly to this rule and reign. And when others find their souls will wave, ours will be in the skies to say, hooray, hooray, hooray. Lifting clouds to distant lands, our relatives will band. We shall rule across the world, because we shave (share with each other, like breaking bread), the mortal men who don't believe, in the gospel of the sacred breeze, but we of prophecy, will know the way, hooray.
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