The spirit of the wild in your countenance we see,
A noble head when bridled longing to break free,
Reins might hold you for awhile, but your soul is never won
For in your heart you'll always be a desert son.
A noble head when bridled longing to break free,
Reins might hold you for awhile, but your soul is never won
For in your heart you'll always be a desert son.


