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.
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