Born from the earth,
Three feathers in her hair.
The wind it calls her name.
Brown like the sun,
Eyes older than her face
And the wind it calls her name.
Come away!
Come away!
My wild and fearless one come away!
She sleeps in the sand.
The stars are her friends.
The wind it calls her name.
She's light as the breeze
dancing through the trees
as the wind calls her name!
Come away!
Come away!
My wild and fearless one come away!
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