Young as the Morning, Old as the Sea
Passenger
I wanna lay by a lake in Norway, I
I wanna walk through Swedish fields of green
I wanna see the forests of Finland, I
I wanna sail on a boat on the Baltic sea
I wanna feel the Russian winter, I
I wanna go to my Polish grandmother's home
I wanna see Hungarian lanterns, I
I wanna walk on the road that leads to Rome
I wanna be free as the winds that blow past me
Clear as the air that I breath ...