Free as the wind blows
In the mountains high
Strong as the sun glows
In the golden sky
From the green river valleys
To the deserts wide and bare

I will live for the pretty and the fair

I see the earth swell with the touch of spring
I know the joy that mockingbirds sing
As the warm rains wash winter
And it's sadness from the air

I will live for the pretty and the fair

My dreams are riding on the wings of night
My senses reeling in the morning light
As my hands reach to touch those
Who will not forget to care

I will live for the pretty and the fair