Touch the sky - Julie Fowlis

When cold winds are calling,
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon, 
Lead me out into the light.

I will ride, I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky,
I will fly, 
Chase the wind and touch the sky. 

Where dark woods hide secrets,
And mountains are fierce and bold, 
Deep waters hold reflections, 
Of times lost long ago. 

I will hear their every story, 
Take hold of my own dream,
Be as strong as the seas are stormy,
And proud as an eagle's scream. 

I will ride, I will fly, 
Chase the wind and touch the sky,
I will fly, 
Chase the wind and touch the sky. 

And touch the sky. 

Chase the wind, chase the wind.

Touch the sky.