Fall wind blowing, bear me one!
Past the summit of the sky
Where the fleeing birds have gone
Gift me wings on which to fly.

Wind that roars from Winter's teeth
Bear me to the heart of Ice
So I might see what lies beneath
The grudging blows of sacrifice.

Spring wind, bear me to the sea
Where the hills and mounts are green
What the lock, and what the key?
Wonders all to seldom seen.

Summer, bear me to the sun
Take me there, so I may learn
What may come when task is done
I've come to die, to live, to burn.