The Wild Trapeze Lyrics

The 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 hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight.


No borders, no empires,no inquisition sport 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 hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight

He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

And only with an old guitar, broken in on wits and whim
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

Hummingbird up in an April sky, observed and said of him,
He's becoming one,
Yeah, he's coming home.


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