I'm bound by the fire   I'm bound by the beauty   I'm bound by desire   I'm bound by the duty      I'm coming back in 500 years   And the first thing I'm gonna do   When I get back here   Is to see these things I love   And they'd better be here, better be here   Better be here      And first I'm going to find a forest   And stand there in the trees   And kiss the fragrant forest floor   And lie down in the leaves   And listen to the birds sing   The sweetest sound you'll hear      And everything the dappled   Everything the birds   Everything the earthiness   Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant   The verdant dream      I'm bound by the fire   I'm bound by the beauty   I'm bound by desire   I'm bound by the duty      I'm coming back in 500 years   And the first thing I'm gonna do   When I get back here   Is to see these things I love   And they'd better be here, better be here   Better be here      And then I'm going to find an open field   And lie down in the flowers   And then I'm going to find a guitar   And play, play, play for hours   And then I'm going to find a river   To see what kind of body in      And everything the granite   Everything the kiss   Everything the earthiness   Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant   The verdant dream      I'm bound by the beauty   I'm bound by desire   I'm bound to keep returning   I'm bound by the beauty of the light      The slightest change, the constant rearrange   Of light upon the land   I'm bound by the beauty of the wind   That blows across the earth   The unfetteredness the wheatness      And through the flying hair   The slowness of the falling leaves   Across this warm November door   And the geese the flying southness   The arms out evermore, I'm bound by the snow