I stand behind the stable door and think
Of all the things I've seen
Of singing birds and greening trees
Everywhere that I have been

Of golden sun and rocky crags
In gullies deep and fun
Of sparkling falls and flying fish
And perfect grass on which to run

I stand behind the stable door and think
Of where I will be
When the seasons turn without me
The world leaving me behind

For still I have many things
Which I have yet to see
With each season come the birds
With whom I like to be

I have seen true many wonders
Though now I stand at journey's end
With hopes that you can do the same
My thoughts to you I send