Come stand with me on the cliffs in early morning As the sun rises over the edge of the world, And watch as the sea birds leave their rocky perches High up on the crags, to soar out over the sea, Floating in wide lazy circles on the warming air, Or skimming just above the waves, free as the wind, And tell me that you do not envy their freedom, Unbound by those forces that bind us to the ground. Or again at noonday...
