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 a Russian winter, I
I wanna go to my Polish grandmother’s home
I wanna see Hungarian lanterns, I
I wanna walk on a road that leads to Rome
I wanna be free as the winds that blow past me
Clear as the air that I breathe
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
Tall as the trees
I wanna be sunny and bright as the sunrise
Happy and full as the moon
But I’m fleeting like fireworks fading too soon