Roaring rivers, mighty mountains,
soaring birds, all are singing.
Songs of freedom, pushing onward,
Rising higher, each one ringing.
Ringing out their merry song,
To be whatever they will be.
The song of freedom to go forth,
shouting out to you and me.
“Liberty to one and all,
Be an eagle, fly above.
Forge your river, climb your mountain,
Seek your dream and seek your love.
Be all that you’re designed to be,
like nature’s joyful praise.
Like rivers, birds, and mighty mountains,
Songs of freedom, raise.”
All creation cries aloud
To forge ahead and fly.
Then whatever you can do,
It will not be denied.
Be yourself and soar to heights
You’ve never been before.
Echoing the songs of freedom,
Like a river’s rushing roar.