Chase the light of yonder star,
Follow as you may--
Be it true or out of reach,
You will find your way.
Sleep the last that here shall pass--
Rise a morning star.
In the hills that know your grace,
Wander near and far.
Gleaming eyes of hide and seek,
Oh child of the Call.
Send the warmth of summer's kiss
Unto the cheek of fall.
Run the fields so tenderly,
Loose thy Golden hair--
And the earth, it longs for you,
And a voice so fair.
Such is freedom that you bear--
Let your spirit roam!
In these stars to find a place
Forever to call Home.