| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. |
| I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. |
| Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas. |
| What are you, what are you meant to be? |
| Speaks his name for you were born to me, |
| Born to me, Cassidy. |
| Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac. |
| I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back. |
| Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green. |
| Blow the horn, tap the tambourine. |
| Close the gap on the dark years in between. |
| You and me, Cassidy. |
| Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart, |
| There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry. |
| Flight of the seabirds, |
| Scattered like lost words, |
| Wheel to the storm and fly. |
| Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it’s own design. |
| Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I’m done with mine. |
| Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it’s own design. |
| Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I’m done with mine. |