That bird that lies upon the road The breeze is ruffling its feathers As if a spirit would be free Enchanting me like the wind in spring Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing No resurrection for the fugue It seems to say no clear direction Upon the road to liberty Enchanting me like the wind in spring Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing I thought the sky was bound to fall I never dreamed I'd see a falcon Above the mills and factories What are those hills that rise so bare? They're baronesses of our making For what we leave is everything We set it free like the wind in spring Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing I thought the rich would take it all (I thought the rich would take it all) I never dreamed I'd see the falcon Above the mills and factories There is no shelter from the breeze That brings the ruffling of feathers The great rewilding of our dreams Enchanting me like the wind in spring Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing Enchanting me like the wind in spring Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing Like the wind in spring on a crow's wing