On the day that you were born
Morning swallows kissed the sun
The brilliant butterflies at dawn
Danced upon the heather
On the day that you were five
All the forests came alive
The bees burst out from in the hive
To greet you in the meadow
On the day you were a man
Plough I placed into your hand
And clay and loam and stone and sand
Marked your skin like fire
On the day you will but see
Shadows where I used to be
Far across the frosted fields
In echoes of the river
Leave the dead to make their own way home
Now the song is yours to make your own
Step outside, see the morning swallows
Step outside, see the morning swallows
Step outside now, see the morning swallows
Step outside now, see the morning swallows