Where are you running Wild One?
Away from slow and still
Away from roads and streets and paths
Up the ragged windy hill
Where are you off to Wild One?
Where no one else can follow
To ride upon the sleek black tail
Of the swiftest flying swallow
Where are you going Wild One?
To where no bright lights shine
To peaks where I can see the stars
When the nights are fine
What are you leaving Wild One?
The gridlocked cities choked
With noise and fumes and hooting horns
Under brown clouds cloaked
When will you come back Wild One?
Not until the winter wind
Sweeps the banks with snow
And strips the trees bare of their leaves
Then I’ll come back, I know