Upon the shores of old St. John,
a million years from Oregon,
I cleared my mind upon the beach
and left it there to find it’s peace.
And so forever I will stay
the wind blown rocks off French Cap Cay.
Oh out among the waves at sea,
I found my soul and set it free.
It seems I’d had it all along,
but with the seabirds it belongs.
And now forever I will be
the westward wind off Sicily.
Oh out atop the hills of Spain
I got my heart to spill it’s pain.
I left it there to call your name
and so forever I’ll remain
the daunting views of the Pyrenees,
the summer sun, and the mountain breeze.
The mountaintops and countrysides
will dawn the footprints of my strides.
The ocean depths and starry skies
will hold the gazing of my eyes.
And now forever I will see
the truth that’s beyond you and me.