A boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back
He's becoming one, 'coming one. he's becoming one.
The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze, symbiotic heart attack
He's becoming one, 'coming one. he's becoming one.
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight.
No borders, no empires, no inquisitions point or blame
He's becoming one, 'coming one. he's becoming one.
Up north, down south, back east and out west they're saying his bright eyed name
He's becoming one, 'coming one. he's becoming one.
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand still like the hummingbird in flight
Stand... still like the hummingbird in flight.
Armed only with an old guitar, broken in on wit and whim
He's becoming one, 'coming one. he's becoming one.
Hummingbird up in an april sky observed and said of him,
"he's becoming one. yeah, he's coming home."
