I am the Wind, whom none can ever conquer;
I am the Wind, whom none may ever bind.
The One who fashion’d ye,
He, too, has fashion’d me—
He gave to me dominion o’er the air.
Go where ye will, and ye shall ever find
Me singing, ever free,
Over land and over sea,
From the fire-belted Tropics to the Poles.
I am the Wind. I sing the glad Spring’s coming;