Saddle the Wind

Sometimes I'd like to saddle the wind

And ride to where you are.

We may meet in a valley or on a green hill;

Will I be yours? You know I will!

Dearest one, my place in the sun

Is by your side, I know;

So if I could I'd saddle the wind,

Some starry night I'll saddle the wind,

And straight to your arms I'll go!

So if I could I'd saddle the wind,

Some starry night I'll saddle the wind,

And straight to your arms I'll go!