So hold, close your eyes and see the eagle go hold
Feel the chase of breeze, hold, hold your eyes up to the trees
Have you ever seen the sun jumping into a stream?
It's really something to see
Roam, roam, roam
Go home, up to the leaves
There's no home, the sky would you agree
There's no home, the clouds of love are free
Roaming along with the green, it's really something to see
She's really something to me
Roam, roam, roam
Open up your eyes, go, know that we can fly and go
Floating to the sky, along the tops of the trees
Our shadows dance on the sea
Remember that she's really something to me
Roam, roam, roam
Roam, roam, roam
