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 a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.

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 a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies.
Still. Like a humming bird that flies.

He's becoming one, coming one
He's becoming one, coming one

Armed only with an old guitar,
broken-end on wits and whim,
He's becoming one, coming one
He's becoming one.
Humming bird up in an April sky, observed and said of him
He's becoming one, coming one
Yeah, he's coming home.