Down the slopes of the silver streams
By the banks of the riverbeds
Past the sand and the shifting trees
Through the floating fire ahead

Let it go
Up the hills and the highest peaks
From the perch of a falcon's nest
Through the space that is in between
Into the dregs of the darkest depths

In a million miles from now
When I ain't got nothing left
With all the joy that this life allows
I hope I take in my last breath

And let it go
Let it go

And the winds from the west will rise with the open skies
And the birds will sing
And the rays of the sun will shine where the waves collide
and then turn to steam
And the silt and the stones combine and the soul survives
and the trumpets ring
Why don't you let it go, let it go

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, Roba Music Verlag GMBH, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BENJAMIN PETERSON, JASON LEVINE, MARTIN LASCANO, MATTHEW PETERSON