The sky is calling me to go
Down thru the valleys of the sun;
Forever must I journey so
And spin and run. Playfellow of the stars, I leap
Among their crowds and ring the moon
Seeking in its cradle to find sleep
Some midnight noon. I toss the roving winds like grain
And let them spin and spill
Across this arching plain
Of time's blue hill. I live in this blue mountain bent
Upon the earth its floor
So round and huge, the firmament,
A mighty purple door. My road is thru it, God's great way
Chisled out of space and curled
And spreading out my wings all day
I whistle round the world.