Cumulus clouds sail in the sky
Like ships on the ocean blue,
Around and around like birds in the sky.
Where is the port they sail to?

Like a magic carpet, they sail away
And drift to distant lands,
Over castles in Spain, France in spring.
They sail, but never land.

I would like to be as free as cumulus clouds
And sail over the ocean blue,
Over rivers and vales, mountain and dales,
Searching for something new.