In the early morning, just out of sight

There's a bird that’s flying from left to right

A new tree is growing, there's due that bites

There's a kite that’s flying higher in the sky

There's a breeze that's blowing, the doctor's here alright

The surf's getting rougher now, but we can swim alright

But don't be defeated, by the coming night

By the wind that's blowing, as cold as ice