Daughter of woodlands, rivers and glens
Born to run free, not be chained in a pen
Daughter of wilderness, blue skies and cliffs
Born to soar high, not live with wings clipped
Daughter of brooks, tempests and storms
Born to be wild, not be forced to conform
Daughter of moonlight, shadows and stars
Born to blaze brigh, not be caged behind bars
Daughter of passion, spirit and tears
Born to live freely, not a slave to my fears
