Across the burning sky

Lovely birds are leaving

And through the night they fly

To find another spring

To be free

And who knows where they go?

Which are the laws they know?

When the waves come too warm

The wise whales are leaving

They swim to flee the harm

And all the way they sing

To be free

And who knows where they go?

Which are the laws they know?

At twilight and low tide

Your lose friends are leaving

They take away their pride

And they choose their own swing

To be free

And who knows where they go?

Which are the laws they know?

Time will come for leaving

The loyal birds will show

When they fly back in spring

It will be time to go

To be free

Then I will be leaving

I’ll have my love with me

And a pure diamond ring

I’ll give her to be free

And I know where I’ll go

Because love is my law

Herve Sabattier - December 2017