Ohh,
A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One.
The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze,
symbiotic heart-attack.
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
No borders, no empires, no inquisitions,
point or blame.
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One.
Up North, down South, back East and out West,
they’re saying his bright-eyed name.
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Still. Like a humming bird that flies.
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One, — coming One
Armed only with an old guitar,
broken-end on wits and whim,
He’s becoming One, — coming One
He’s becoming One.
Humming bird up in an April sky, observed and said of him
He’s becoming One, — coming One
Yeah, he’s coming home.
