| Everything has its season | |
| Everything has its time | |
| Show me a reason | |
| And I'll soon show you a rhyme | |
| Cat's sit on the window sill | |
| Children sit in the show | |
| Why do I feel I don't fit in | |
| Anywhere I go | |
| Rivers belong where they can ramble | |
| Eagles belong where they can fly | |
| I've got to be where my spirit can run free | |
| Gotta find my corner, ooh of the sky | |
| Every man his daydream | |
| Everyman has his goal | |
| People like the way dreams have of | |
| Sticking to the soul | |
| Thunder clouds have their lightning | |
| Nightingales have their song | |
| And don't you see I want my life | |
| To be something more than long, yeah | |
| Rivers belong where they can ramble | |
| Eagles belong where they can fly | |
| I've got to be where my spirit can run free | |
| Gotta find my corner, ooh of the sky | |
| (So many men seem destined) | |
| (To settle for something small) | |
| But I, I won't rest | |
| 'Til I know I have it all | |
| So don't ask where I'm going | |
| Just listen when I'm gone | |
| (Far away you'll hear me singing) | |
| Softly to the dawn | |
| Oh, rivers belong where they can ramble | |
| Oh, eagles belong where they can fly | |
| I've got to be where my spirit can run free, yeah | |
| Gotta find my corner, ooh of the sky, yeah (Of the sky, yeah) | |
| Rivers belong where they can ramble | |
| Oh, eagles belong where they can fly (High) | |
| Oh, I've got to be where my spirit can run free | |
| Gotta find my corner | |
| Gotta find my corner, yes I do | |
| Gotta find my corner | |
| Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky | |
| Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky |