--- VOICE ON THE AIR---
Voice on the air , Hawk in the sky ,
Inspiration takes Me so high.
Silvery moon, stands guarding the night ,
Shining her light , on a land lost in time
These hills , These stones ,
These trees and these groves ,
Are the bones , To stories untold.
More precious then gold and when they unfold ,
Then legends, again shall be known.
Songs of old , sung by ancient men ,
The voice of the bard shall be heard again