Wuthering Heights - The Bird lyrics

I feed off light; light is my source All evil thoughts and painful memories are washed away By the radiance of golden spring Standing as a flaming torch on the road of time Past, present and future gathered in one force Physical pleasure; summer is mine I'm dying in the darkness I'm living in the light I'm but a song, a voice in the wind And I feel like flying The wheel has turned The flame still burns No more hiding under the ice I'm but a song; the wind carries me on The bird of light shall rise I feed off light; light is my source Past, present and future gathered in one force Summer I greet thee Thou art my time And I feel like flying The wheel has turned The flame still burns No more hiding under the ice I'm but a song; the wind carries me on The bird of light shall rise As winter dies Hot is the fire now burning Bright are the songs they play But when the winter spirits Once more take the sun away Will it be free Will it be free Will it be free