A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming one. The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze, Symbiotic heart-attack. He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming one. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. No borders, no empires, no inquisitions, Point or blame. He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming one. Up, North, down South, back East and out West, They're saying his bright-eyed name. He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming One. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still, Like a humming bird in flight. Still... Like a humming bird in flight. He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming one--coming one Armed only with an old guitar, Broken-end on wits and whim, He's becoming one--coming one He's becoming one. Humming bird up in an April sky, observed and said of him He's becoming one--coming one Yeah, he's coming home.