Sup whene'er you're thirsty and eat whene'er you will Roam the hills all over near waters clear and still Rest whene'er you're weary, then race against the wind For there's none that has such freedom as the spirit of the hind The morning sun shafts through the trees and dances on the stream Skies of blue are welcoming the summer of your dreams Chains that bind are cast aside and life is all it seems And the spirit of the hind lives all your dreams Colours ever changing as the autumn gathers in Bracken browning in the sun sets all the hills aflame Poets wander like the clouds that herald in the rain And the spirit of the hind knows that this time will come again Snow clad hills stand silent as the frost comes biting in Frozen streams are waiting for the new life to begin When warming breezes gather to ease winter's bitter pain And the spirit of the hind will rise again Sup whene'er you're thirsty and eat whene'er you will Roam the hills all over near waters clear and still Rest whene'er you're weary, then race against the wind For there's none that has such freedom as the spirit of the hind Aye there's none that has such freedom as the spirit of the hind 1st verse may be used as chorus