Mists Of Down Below

Wild wind, take me home
 To the mists of down below
 I'll be flying come September day
 With no borders in my way
 You'll find me home until the May sun burns
 The heavy mists of down below
 Refrão:
 I see the rivers flooding strong
 And people wishing they belonged
 Free for anywhere they want to go
 When they pray they can look to the sky
 And they'd see me as I pass by
 Heading to the mists of down below
 Without fields ripe from rain
 There is no way to feed my pain
 Until I fly to mists of down below
 But down below is not my fate
 There is no land from where I came
 Not even mists of old Mexico
 Refrão
 So I looked hard at reasons for
 The drifters going door to door
 Dreaming of the mists of down below
 But I'm sure they'd go anywhere they could
 If wings became their neighborhoods
 And there'd be nowhere they wouldn't know