I feel off light; light is my source   All evil thoughts and pathful memorties are washed away   By the radiance of golden spring      Standing as a flaming torch on the road of time   Past, present and future gathered in one force   Physical pleasure; summer is mine      I'm dying in the darkness   I'm living in the light      I'm but a song, a voice in the wind   And I feel like flying      The wheel has turned   The flame still burns   No more hiding under the ice   I'm but a song; the wind carries me on   The bird of light shall rise      I feed off ligh; light is my source   Past, present and future gathered in one force      Summer I greet thee   Thou art my time   And I feel like flying      The wheel has turned   The flame still burns   No more hiding under the ice   I'm but a song; the wind carries me on   The bird of light shall rise   As winter dies      Hot is the fire now burning   Bright are the songs they play   But when the winter spirits   Once more take the sun away   Will it be free   Will it be free   Will it be free