Set her free on the spray in a sailors hair
To ride the trade winds where they wander
To the spice isles that shine at the edge of the world
Where she may feed on rich tastes of wonder
Set her free in the flick of a horse riders mane
So she might feed on the crystal clear mountain air
And plunge like an eagle down the mountain side
The wind jumping like a trout through her streaming hair
Set her free in the mess of wild artists box
That she might dance among the colours there
To blossom a world with her skipping feet
Splashing bright her colours in the swirling air
Set her free to ride on a fair fiddlers bow
And set his swooping arm a swinging
And see her fling round the floor like a leaf on the wind
To set the whole swelling room to a singing
Set her free in the heat of a hot desert bare
To find the mysteries underground
To find the deep love that’s buried there
To hear the deep embracing sound
She will be free wherever she tarries
As free as she has always been
The wild heart she so lightly carries
Has flown to find its homing tree
Set her free on the gusting shore
To ride the trade winds where they wander
To the spice isles rich with fragrances
Where she may dust herself with wonder
Set her free on the top of a mountain tall
To chant as the sun gilds the morning sky
listen to / Hum with the bees in the fresh scented trees
Feel the pulse of the seasons go by
where monks sing/chant as the morning unfurls
So she might gaze down like an eagle
And hear the flies landing on a leaf
To see each haystack and each needle
Set her free in an artists box
That she might dance among the colours
Until up springs a world from her high stepping feet / To spring a world with her skipping feet
A universe with her shoulders
Set her free on a fiddlers bow
And set his swooping arm a swinging
And see her stomp like a dervish wild
To set the swelling room a singing
Set her free in the desert bare
That she might warm herself
bob's songs 