Young as the Morning Old as the Sea

I wanna lay by a lake in Norway, I

I wanna walk through Swedish fields of green

I wanna see the forests of Finland, I

I wanna sail on a boat on the Baltic sea

I wanna feel the Russian winter, I

I wanna go to my Polish grandmother's home

I wanna see Hungarian lanterns, I

I wanna walk on the road that leads to Rome

I wanna be free as the winds that blow past me

Clear as the air that I breath

To be young as the morning

And old as the sea

I wanna lose myself in the Scottish highlands, the

West coast of Ireland, the

Cornish breeze

I wanna rest my bones in the Spanish sunshine, the

Italian coastline is calling me

To be free as the birds that fly past me

Light as the fish in the sea

To be wise as the mountains

And tall as the trees

And I wanna be sunny and bright as a sunrise

Happy and full as the moon

I'm fleeting like fireworks fading too soon