Olden sun risin' over the hills
Mornin' dew on the green that chills
Rivers run clear with the secrets they hold
A story of beauty, silently told, silently told
Hear the call, the wild's plea
Whisperin' winds through the old oak tree
Save my grace, cries the mountain high
Preserve my soul, the rivers sigh
Footprints fade where the flowers once bloomed
Shadows grow under moons consumed
Silent songs where the birds once flew
Nature's cry, to start anew
Father Time, he speaks in the breeze
Mother Earth, on bended knees
Prays for hearts to see and mend
A bond to cherish, not just defend
Hear the call, the wild's song
A plea for right, a halt to wrong
Join the dance, the time is now
To heal the wounds, to keep the vow
Hills rejoice in light
And rivers sing through the night
A call from the wild, so clear and true
A call to me, a call to you