There's a voice in a wind There's a breeze through her hair Like an invisible touch Like the words in a song From the message between All the lines in the book that she reads As she rests by the bank Of her river of faith In her own magic field in the sun And she swims with the tide Needs no race against time Needs no clouds to release all their rain There are words on her lips But they're sealed by the thoughts In her own cosmic mind when She sails down her river Winter or fall Time doesn't matter Seasons recall When she danced in the moonlight A mesmerized night She found her dimensions Inside of the pure and the real In the heart of her own magic field In the heart of her own magic field Magic field She sails down her river Winter or fall Time doesn't matter Seasons recall When she danced in the moonlight A mesmerized night She found her dimensions Inside of the pure and the real In the heart of her own magic field In the heart of her own magic field